Lyrics:
seasons we fresh as fuck bae we drip by all means
Moschino hearts on me baby girl she think it's february
I flew three thousand miles away I call it a hail
What do you want? - I want it all
I wanna ball i want a million hoes to call
What do you want? - A nine to pop
And 24s so clean, they blind the block
broken glass you left behind
Won't let you make a clean, clean
I said walk away
Now we're crossing from the sacred ground
Where we once held each
she go away
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your
somebody calls me wack
Let me grow
Because I know
I know your dreams'll run away
And that's why we call it a chase
I hoping you would notice
I been growing
neeky
Öz kardeşim bro that's killy
Ramz on me, if not then a flicky
Get dippy, splash splash, get chingy
Head's in the clouds, I'm way too tipsy
I could
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
boys too catty to grip on a thingy one call away to get chingy
She tryna grind wit me I aint pretty ricky its sticky I might let her count up the lizzy
as I
Took my first glimpse
At my new digs: three buckets, one bed
One toilet that was surprisingly
Kind of clean (emphasis on kind of)
A rusty-ass sink
I got what you need/
Off the Hennessy/
You get TLC/
I'm one call away/
Like what Chingy sing/
Sing his song/
18 miles away that's like 40 up in
at we did, gotta man up
It was all fun, now we clean up
Sex so good for a pack up
I am just a call away
You know
I am just a flight away
You know
I am
the hardaway
Don’t trust these bitches at all no way
Autumn hoes fleeting, They fall away
My boo like chingy one call away
I hit the button she on the way
Her
beef we taking trips
I can't call them opps, lad we beefing flops
I got friends, looking at 10, you watched yours getting put in a box (put in a box)
kicks looking dangerous
You would think I'm doing kung fu
My boys one call away like Chingy
They'll drop everything and come thru
Midnight
Or broad day
you call your pistols 'gats'?
Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her run away
Don't sleep her love away
Don't let her
Dream and I'm seein' it
the best ever on recording Kayla that's another story
She got a Man but he got deported
So I keep Shawty one call away like Chingy
Just to kill boredom
Got
the box, beat sticks
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah, I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
Dvla, fresh out
all mad in they feelings
Throwin shots on Facebook
Then see me in the club and want to shake up
Now you back tough with your boys
Mine one call away
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
you see blurred lights
You on your third strike
Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy
Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely
Sleepin' by
to the promise
Of your dream world comin' true
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that I knew
Away you will go sailin'
In a race among the ruins
a break
Take the time to pray
Stay away
I'm losing days
By watching what others say
Ayyy
It’s the people you may know, yearning for the love
My circle
niggas in my circle
Keep that chingy by their waist
We polluting violence bitch we had to fill the streets
Ok
Ok
Ok
Ok
Fuck
I ain't talking barbers when
hack it, when I smash and I grab it
It’s like go go gadget, got the tools and the package
I got the tools and the chingy, with my nigga it’s a call away
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