Lyrics:
a mystery
Put it on her smile like it's sponsored by Listerine
White girl dropped in, good listener she start tripling
Bend that corner like a joint, we ain't
Fuck it,
Go ahead and play it out.
Night Two:
Fuck that I'm moving on,
Not even worried when my crew getting on,
If you gotta ask it, will I grab
and a text I
Got high and I left my mind behind with you
Be back by 2
With a couple of my dogs and a fat cat too
We had a couple rolled joints and some
You don't know what I been on
Thousands on thousands of big joints
Colors on colors of new clothes
They way too heavy I got a back hump
24/7
serving
Gimmie two
She banging red
Winnie Pooh
Devin booker
Ima shoot
With my homies and they hanging out the coupe
Yeh Ima cheat code
Marshawn in this
place
Shit you want all the smoke tell them to light up they joint im upping the scope, sniper he stay on point no its not by choice
Ill be moving
the 1, 2
Uh Layla who?
What Layla who?
Idk a Layla but imma blast her and her whole crew
I'm from Long Beach wtf you finna do?
working while I'm running up the pocket about to Blow yeah in the cockpit waiting like Five four three two one in the one You can never be you with the crew
Hoe, this the groovy life. (groovy life)
Fuck ‘em by two tonight. (two tonight)
I got the hoes,
Like I’m Dolemite (Dolemite, Dolemite)
It’s gon’ be
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
it the money the sea weed I'm rolling the joints
Real nigga tale yeah you know how the story unfolds
I live in 3 story mansion with all of my bros yeah
Gotta clear my
Lemme clear my nostrils, ay
What up, though
V-Let reporting live from the Space Station
So what's up guys
Well I just wanna ask you,
and bags from Chanel (uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (uh-huh)
live and expect what you do
That's just how it is when you do what I do
Live life by the dream and you die by the crew
Keep your mouth closed
When that
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
maintaining the, uhh
You know how it goes, man
it's me and Thes One, like always, it's two of us
Keepin' it live, keepin' it fresh, I dunno man
Sometimes
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
and back
Then burn something backstage where my crew is at
See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year
To live off this mike and be sponsored by
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
me relax my dome
My whole joint's blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva'
Ties will never sever
You
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
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