Lyrics:
And be on the ground forever
(Yeah)
Whole lotta grams in the mason jar
We done came way too far
I got a whole lotta grams that's a lot of weed
No sticks,
Barbara Jean
Barbara Jean was always cool,
Seventeen when she left school
Went to work in her daddy's bar,
c GED and a new used car
The old man
through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And I'm flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No I'm not thinkin
She got pictures of her last man, all in her trash can
She focus just hopeless, you too much like her past and
She in a mind state where her grind
need prescriptions
Strictly veggie diet yeah I got my spinach
Smoking on that purp yeah she wanna hit it
Roll up back to back we let it hot-box
Spit that
... yes. Yes, yes, a bit, a bit.
VILLAGER #1: She has got a wart.
BEDEMIR: What makes you think she is a witch?
VILLAGER #3: Well, she turned me
And I ain't talking bout a chaser
Nigga I got all this flavor
Watching all this paper scrape up
Man I got the juice
I got the juice
Yea nigga I got
got the paper for real man, I got the paper
I got the paper for real man, I got the paper
I got the paper for real man, I got the paper
Look
Got me dressing like
Ralph Lauren Ralph Lauren Ralph Lauren
I be driving in
That foreign
That foreign
Rolling 5 niggas deep
Like Barbara Anne
Barbara
me
I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely
hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like Toby
so never count on me fool when in the true skool
wit truce sluts
teased with a kiss
I was three long years being teased by pretty Miss
Bobby Ann Mason, back in high school
She was way too cute, she ws way too cool
How
cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Cha-cha-chasin' after motherfuckin paper
Let's just
For a small girl Barbara sure has got a big crush
The kind that makes you want to break stuff
And blame it on a man you don't know
She came down
nigga shit, yo
Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions
Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma
And all I knew was chase paper in
complaining
Niggas saying that they got u they're changin
That's why I ride solo like Jason
That's why I grind 3 6 like a Mason
That's why I grind 360, skater
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
The weed getting to me she like take me to your room
Uh,
Nothing I Can't Have
Hoes up for grabs uh,
Million dollar mason drive by leave a nigga like
that's a duck off
See my partner ridin' with me, he the trigger man
Singin' ain't no nigga like I'm Jigga man
She know that paper good, know that
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when she got there
"Young man, I think you are dying"
Oh, don't you remember the other day
When we where in
In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
She made all the boys cry well-a-day
Her name was Barbara Allen
It was in the merry
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
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