Lyrics:
Simpler time for simpler minds
Roll one up, hit the road
Home more mine
Dead weight, running out of time, no end date
Sinners sell sensi. No sensei
Mr
a secret
Girl lay up in meh bed, I go beat it
If she give me good wine I go keep it
Pretty gyal oh lord girl I need it (Oh lord girl I need it)
Tell me I's
on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you (Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
Slap somebody
I speak
The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is right
Bitch niggas, y'all watch what y'all say in ya mics, suckas
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in
Please don't leave me in the cold
Warm me by your fire baby
Lord, Lord, Lord
I'm the rock you gotta roll
I'm tired come and lie down here with me
I
and I want more
A new ceiling, a new floor
And gone give me that world tour
Work hard, it's a new chorus
A new day, it's a new time
(Need a new wraith
know her (Uh)
I don't like your tone, girl
Talk a little lower (Nah)
Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up
(Boom, boom, huh)
You said you got it now you
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
preach without a flock
Spreading the sacred word of rock
Yeah!
Hard days no chance no cash no time
Trying to improve while time goes by
Trading real life
we drove straight through for three whole days and nights
Of course, we stopped for more pickled wieners now and then
The scenery was just so pretty,
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
we drove straight through for three whole days and nights
Of course, we stopped for more pickled wieners now and then
The scenery was just so pretty,
Full speed lead
More bands more green eat
Money rain on me me
Going hard all week week
Cooking up dope and im chefin the pot
Chasing a check I need
(High)
Let me show you how to roll, Let's get high baby (Lets get high)
Let me grip them thighs baby (Thighs)
Give you just what you need (Yeah)
I can
T’s FreeSwaggær For The Streets
And You Know How It Go
Yea…
Yea…And We Goin’ Rock Out
Yea…Yea
You Been Living More, You Been Letting Go
You Been
Hey there sexy lady
What's yo number girl
Can we link up Saturday
Lemmie rock yo world
Back woods baby
Show ya how to
Pearl
Fuck with me I'll
Have
need no repeating
Back in the studio makin that heat
Roll up
Light up
Tote up
White puff
What's next up
Rock out
Know I'm finally pop out
Hop out
Move
get there
Sonics on the move as I roll down the window
Karaoke king as I rap to the tempo
Cops tired to read my plates, always tryna trip
But then bust
bitch, silly No cap, no kizzy
Need a chick like Lizzo Come lick me like a lizard
Hop back in the dart Roll a J
And hit the stars
Even when a nigga soft I
stitches in yo' motherf**kin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke
a world filled up with this jealousy
Economy causin' more felonies
So many pain creatin' these melodies
Need me a thick bitch with a name Ebony, aye
Rock in
I know I'm better off when you be by my side
Fuck it let's go to the moon, i'll take you for a ride
I said trust on me this one, she look me in my
at
Where the feds at
Need to roll up cuz nigga where the fuck the gas at
I’m a freak hoe selling kilos
On the dlo In my jeep tho
Eye through the peephole
see what I'll achieve
Ahh yhhh baby on fleek
Says she wants me she needs a rider she needs king
Like fuck all the peasants there's no in betweens
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