Lyrics:
loops"
"Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay"
Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial
Guess what? Time to collect, correct
Don't
with me
Had a ticket, cash that ticket, nigga go and get it
On twenty-four hour lock down without no cell mate
Playing chest all by myself, I got
got thousands of ways we can stash it
You can see this the real don't eat catfish
Clipping all of the chicks that I Mack with
I be sitting in back
ladder for the refill
I spit a verse at you that serve heatwaves like taking e-pills
I used to drink blue shaded ciroc, for the cheap thrill
Now I smoke
to head back to my mama house
My cousin just had a child
He found heaven in her smile
Baby mama taking mine
Packing up and switching towns
This was
the zoo
I got banana clips I got some Hennessy
I'm taking shots at the spots where u better be
I cannot sit in the drop with a referee
Cause I do not play
will come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"
Both of my hands put together lookin’ back like damn I really made it this far?
I just wanna thank my mom and daddy first of all for all they gave me
I
Even though he's taking from me know he always gave it back
With you I'm hot as ever but I never ever could relax
Long enough to see your other wing go
Broke my heel
Ya'll bitches betta' be scared
Its Calipark music
Ying yang twins
USA
United state of Atlanta
We back in this mutha f**ker by our
the Sunday sun
Ooh, June has only just begun
A tall white fan drones dully by the window
But it doesn't do much to keep the skeletons away
And everywhere I
Taking naps in the back of class,
Dreaming about all the fun I was gonna have.
I was an astronaut,
Up in space with a cape
With the stars in my face
Man,
5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back
dragon kite
GT wing taking flight
20/20 vision Headlights
Chrome wrap personality bright
V12 fly by loud fright
Exhaust flames Ooo that was tight
Body
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
to Google
I promise that I'll be richer by the
Time I run back into you, uh
Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga
(Me, how?) you don't wanna see this K
an L but I bounced back
Now these demons fear it so I'm chilling
Letting loose, letting go I'm taking flight (yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried bout no pain,
I told that bitch, give me head right Yeah, now She keep taking my meds right
If you fuck with her, you gon' be dead right Cause I keep my glock by
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
you that much
I wish I was right beside you
Not twenty thousand miles
Away from you
Humming
"Sunday morning rain is falling"
('Coz that's your favorite
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
minutes leave your clothes on the ground
My Sandro sweater looks better on you anyway
On a Sunday night stroll I get a call and I'm told to kick back
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get
each pocket
Ain't ever flopping
Taking off like a rocket
Keep that blicky by ya side cuz you never know who watching you,
If he talking crazy I'll show
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