Lyrics:
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
cappin'
She was coked up back then, she probably thought that happened (coke head)
Quavo and Saweetie was a trendin' topic
Went from relationship goals
like that Hear the sound of a gun when it pop like that
I told my girl how we, how we gon' love again The block jumpin' we bringin' the summer in
This my
stop)
Pass me the rock ima make that shot (Hah)
Flesh of my flesh blood of my blood (Blood of my blood)
Respected and loved by those from the hood
a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red
the music's so live
You ain't my girl but I really don't care
I'm a take you home when my girl ain't there
We can mess around so let down your hair
I shouldn't
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
it is
It might be if we buss in them
We'll have some cute kids
And white girls love to fuck
By the pool
And I'm with some white boys
That'll shoot up
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
I come from the game (Holla)
Close encounter
Digital scale and money counter
On top of the kitchen counter
Right up under the cabinets by
The rice
wanna take us on
The ring - let it go 'bout three months ago
The pain ain't stressin' me no more
The girl that they used to know done changed
Now they
white girl, she said, "Nigga please"
Fuck that white girl, she said, "Nigga please"
Playin' poker now we're back at Strokers
I forgot her name but her
ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
Then imma pop out and show you love
Girl I that I know is to give you more
All that I know is to give it all
All of my heart I can't live at all can't
What up boy
I know both our pops
Lookin' at us
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now
That fish gon pop like grease
Come spend some money on me
I kick my shit Bruce lee
Kick up my feet ima live in the moment
Gas keep bootin up my serotonin
You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
I holds weight, y'all niggas skinny like Olive
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Got a reason to live
Got a reason to fight
Got a hole from the give
Not ready to see the light
I know, he knows, I know
He's had some kind
There's somethin' else that you do(You know when you pop that thang)
That make the niggas wanna fuck you(And the girls do to)
Make it bounce, bounce,
Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that, but
You gotta put back the double-knit
the life that we live
Uber that babe, Uber that babe wait
R.i.p pop smoke, r.i.p pop smoke, r.i.p pop smoke
Snow and ice in the building
Why she doing that
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