Lyrics:
What are those arts?
Chiefin' on some good herb
Esco fire up
Psychedelic flow, smokin' kush by the pound
Got some girls in my condo, I'ma pimp
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll–roll–roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?)
I work them
I'm tru
I got them g's on my side and you know how us g's do
Another day, another dollar
I'm not a scholar cause I didn't graduate
Share my school I get
day, good day, good day)
I've been up and I've been down, but you know
Any day you wake up, that's a good day
Let me get up on my MPC
When it come
duppy
And my bitch cute like a puppy
I said
These days I'm balling hey
These days I'm balling ay
Ain't no way were falling
These days I'm balling
These
of your Aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and
One of her blond wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days
If you shave your legs
With
the environment these days
Cuz with entitlement we all became
No enlightenment so the skies be in a haze
In my judgment we ain't done enough, can't be praised
I
the environment these days
Cuz with entitlement we all became
No enlightenment so the skies be in a haze
In my judgment we ain't done enough, can't be praised
I
I miss the days when niggas used to have to savage these beats (Yeah)
I'm securing the bag (Uh huh)
Trying to swole up the pocket
Always a catch in
the globe like Francis Drake
No stress if we get nicked
Cause it's fate
Meet me by the golden gates
Make no mistakes
I'm independent like the United States
Be
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
getting money mane that boy must be delirious
Still rocking george tees I got these monekey niggas curious
Quit that pocket watching nigga you gone meet
I done drank many nights away
This world will have you do worse
Oh what a price to pay!
Man stabbed to death over a chicken sandwich
Popeyes ain't
young’un on the train
I had to pick his brain
He said he on his way uptown
To get a brick of caine’
He said he needed a come up
Because selling nicks' was
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
George Jones & Verm Gosdin
I once held that someone special, didn't have to let her go
I just stood back and watched my future pass
And for
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Walking down the street in L.A.
Caught in the middle of a heat wave
Pass by the star of John Wayne
And I think to myself how times change
Now, where
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
day is done.
CH: And I won't forget to remember
These Instagram moments won't last forever
play that jukebox come on let's dance
there's a little
The way I came up
Got these hoes in a frenzy
Its a light day spent 30
Up in fendi
You niggas thinking with ya dick
And not whats in yo pockets
Ima money
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