Lyrics:
when it's Summer
I hate when it's colder, Told ya
This point I'm really just boasting aye
Just being Honest that's ocean, Frank
I like to mix up
both can tell that when wake up in that place that we'll have neither by our sides
I never lie
I can star or play my role like marcus morris in
overweight, when I go to jail she post bail
And when I'm hungry she fixes a plate she's playa hated
By these sucker, and homie they wanted the beef
She
crew
And your nigga's hanging out to get closer to her too
You know you ghetto when I don't know who you are but nigga I know your name
Cause I can read
that I don't like
I'm manifestin' all of my decisions that'll make me
Turn into a person that don't whine
When the chips fall down, I grab them
Pass them
confidence, I talk big shit like a ball player starting for the NY Knicks
Winning chips, counting dividends, split it with my fam
In ya mix like some butter
them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you,
I crossed the line, when you came by
I did not see the signs, the flight I lost
Trying to mend your breathless breaking heart
Chasing dragons you
is make woopie
your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
when you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
you got the sexual
a dime piece, I would sex her for real
Ghost head like Ray Stantz in the Ectomobile
Yeah when we hook up it's the most tantric
Slowing down time I
reckless
I always blackout when I mix the Xanax with the Percocet
Wake up there's blood all over me I must've killed another bitch
I love machetes, big
chips
And you know what the truth is
Truth is
We destroy our lives
Blame the one's who stood there right by our sides
But I'm
Gettin' better everyday
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
down,
I’m always in my head I don’t speak enough,
It’s hard to open up when everyone from our generation is all up on their phones,
You know how it
can't do it man
We make this chips off this gift
That we curse with
And then my mind drift
Am I defeating the purpose
'Cause you feel like shit
When miss
seem so strange when isolated
Juxtaposed and repeated by a creeper and I
Meet a lot of those
I'm in a smoky room, sweating out of control
A jazz record
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, come along"
[Chorus]
Nothing Less, nothing less
[Grouch]
Well I bet you that I get
ounces
I’m tryna get rich
A youngin gon count this
And pile up them chips
They come with the house dip
Want ice on my wrist
And rugs by the couches
the red, and you can see it on my grin
I'm still right up at the top when you think shit is running thin
I'm behind the stage and y'all are just some puppets
Cuz I had to
Why you do this
Cuz I had to
Why you laying it down like this
Cuz I had to
Hello Hellooo
This a hit go figure out where you fit
I get
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I'm all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
high as Venus, ho
Mix the codeine with the bowl
I think that's what I'm leanin' for
No aim when I shoot
That's what the beam is for
I pray I kick
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