Lyrics:
the sound of it
Pineapple, Patron I'm in the zone
That's what I'm drowning in
You hate we know the reason
Envy so cold it freezing
It's got you shoulder
and they'll just tell you to drop it
I'll find you sooner or later, and they can't do shit to stop it
Got that thang and I'ma pop it like a bubble on the double
on airplane mode, Yeah
She hit up the bros
She do anything to be with us
Xelatho take you to Higher Places
And I got the Lift Off
GGC show em that Mission
I bet your life will change
Got them icy rings
Bitch I done all type of thangs
Take my belt off like I'm pooty tang
You should know it ain't no type
You realize I'm the only one Do you realize I'm the chosen one
Move to the side, bro, you overdone When we arrive is when the show begun
That other
settled for you
I need a nigga that's able to spoil me
From my hair to my nails to my shoes
I need a nigga that's gonna toy with me
Make me think I got
Intro (Lah)
Everytime I close my eyes
Shorty I see you
Right there with me
Walk with me
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Girl I seen you do your thang
Make
how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way
stop
I been on some new thangs
I just keep it simple
I just got my groove back
Turned that to a nickel
Bet she won't forget me
Even if she meant to
Hard
the gate
When you pull up you could see it's like an estate
That's just one of 'em, I got 'em in two different states
Got a chef and she making me two
sadder
No lanes, two chains
Got a bitch who bang, yeah
My shot got aim, now she my thang, yeah
Don't go to slow, you slick my hoe now
Bet you gone pose
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne,
with dese rap niggas I be on street time
So I had to change lanes
Niggas only happy for you when both of yall got da same thang
Soon as you get more than
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin' cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts
balling out of control
Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang
The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain
You
on that ember
Thought you were special since that night in September
You was a cute thang (yuh)
Hopin' I could turn into my boo thang
But moods change
Now
you light it
This not what it was before
That's not a bad thang
You get fly put on whatever and don't complain
I get high and say whatever yeah it's all
to hold you down
But we gon get back up right now
They gon' try to mute this sound
But just know that you got that power
In the zone, in this life,
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
the tapes leak
There's goes the Politics
Now I'm clocking you
Versace shade watching you
Got that Good Hit
And I'm hooked by the things you do
I'm down wit it
It's crazy that you pulled up to my house
Talking 'bout when I'm gon' put it in my mouth (You know I will)
It was all good when we was laid up on my
we wnet around the world
did a lot of shows made a lot of money met a lot of
hoes you know the promise that we made Im gone keep
it forever I got cha
a crazy life I can't save hoes
In the D you gotta keep that thang close
These youngins thieves and they'll knock ya head off
Bread talk and ima bout
But for you there's only contempt
Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
This world could not accept your masterpieces,
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