Lyrics:
two peas in a pod
Oh Gods
These kids are shootin' spit wads
While I serve 10 star cod
Ritz Carltoning my way to nod
At the bod
At the bottom of the pit,
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
How I'm feeling tonight going straight on beast mode
Dressed in all white Instagram had to upload
So the whip don't get towed parked by the railroad
attention
Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious
Got my black suit on, they say I am
on sight, flashing lights I came by and I made the game highlight
In the back with this bitch And you know that I hit I
Came back in the mix and she came
Baby girl told me in my sleep I was talkin
So it's only natural I asked her "what I said?"
She said she woke up when she heard
But she was so damn
Def
Blossoms in the wind I understand where my hopes went
You wanna be number one
For how long?
Oh
Everybody wanna be champion
So hold on
One second
Then I put on my draws
Ran like hips so I wouldn't be castrated
She chased me outside, she slet into my pool
So I ran in the house
Locked the door
with your pop and your mom
In your room under the covers on your bed
Tryna cover your ear so you won't
Here your pop poppin' your mom
I'm the hustla, you
Rolling up that good weed
Smoke one for my enemies iPhone 8's and Hennessy
I grind so hard feel like it's 10 of me
Tint on my whip look like I'm Kennedy
[Prelude: Tonic]
Yah, you know my signature
Be the Tonic with my man Earthquake and we be the Gift
Constantly surrounded by The Movement in
and get yo' hoe, cause she getting smashed (All up in the bed)
Tryna stay up out the mix I'm tryna get this bread (Yeah)
Bad little hoe, givin' demon head
The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have
head,
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,
cap in them Hollywood hills
Caught up in the mix
I can't feel my brain no more
Sick of this shit
Think imma hop on a plane & go
she only got on that
real)
Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal
This music crisp, I had to loop it
Add it to the Fruit Mix
Man, I'm cooped up in this room
I let it loose so I can move with more two sense
No morph
choose
Cos what I feel about you
What I think about you
All the colors in my mind
They can't describe you
You Mix em well together
Paint me by the number
hipgrave. oh, mac.
Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand
the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
any one of my steps, cause i believe in fate
And that's the way, it has to be not one thing can changed
That's why i try and keep it same
But i have so
a bad day
But that’s okay buddy ‘cause I swear to God I’m by your side.
And I’ll be with you any time you say you’re down to ride.
So, here I am in
a valet hearse
Everything i am, thinking Kanye words
But It's K by the way, putting my name first
That's word to AB
Said i put in on my soul
I ain't
And I'm ma mix 'em into Eminem
So in the end, it'll just end up
Being mimi m&m and KIM and him and them
And it's my sentiments that I send them in
To be
Discuss these in my bed so so def mix by dru hill Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In