Lyrics:
move so I'm driving in a foreign
Feeling real inspire by my fans keep me going. Facts
Cross faded off patron be my potion. Potion
Yah baby smooth rubbed
by Virgil
If I do Nike and baby, I get money
I don't give a fuck 'bout who like me
Wardrobe full of foreign shit
Everything designer
Everybody with me
it at your dome
Momma crying cause her baby never came home
I'mma get rich, I'mma never go broke, uh
I'mma never go broke, pulled a bad hoe cause you
official
Cold-steel nickels, and Phil I'm still with you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin'
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin
a bird so i cum on her beak/
Walk it like i talk and still run you down/
Smokin on weed i cant even pronounce/
Big dawg pussies waiting to pounce/
This my
speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
the joint
Just a player with the big hair, baby (??) five
Still bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed
12-28, full of bitches inside
1605, where
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
that good high
Cruise your neighborhood vibez
Bring out your good rides
Smokin till the sunlight
Burna still on me
Full clip that's my army
Comin’ from
real
For real deal, gotta signed it on a dollar bill
Smokin' like a scholar still
She actin', College Hill, lookin' like she got a deal
Even back
homies when we hit the weed
Avenge me if I die by my enemies
Make sure they bleed
Put their faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome,
Close
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
diamond-watchin' woman
Only love me 'cause she see
Versace on my linens baby, I'm not God
So your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose
Every day I wake up winnin'
Smokin' all this dope, it got me doin' meditation
And I ain't gonna party
Cause I'm still up in them trenches
Gotta keep my head up
Gotta get my bands up
motion can't stay in one place
Smokin' exotic you tell by the strain
She pull up to the spot, First time meeting me got her thinkin' I'm a player
I'm
at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
to see if my eyes open cause I've been drankin, and
I've
Been smokin' and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four, where it says I raise
in this world (Boss)
(Boss) Hey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's
Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lines, optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lines, optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga
amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin' and stay, for real
You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without
faintly rises in his voice
The choice is mine
When it comes to haters living or dying
Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby
The unlady like
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