Lyrics:
Just throw your wine glass for Slo up high
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Yeah
If y'all got some weed
Roll that shit up
Yeah
Smoking all this pressure like I'm B-Real
I told em I'm a king bitch you gotta kneel
When I roll
to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
this
It's crazy I just found out that we lost Barbara Walters (a legend)
You know they can't fuck with me when it come to this shit
I ain't gon lie no
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
wrong recipe
War speciality, meet the headless heat
Yo, we made an oath for this self, fuck every black bitch raw
Make a nation of culture teens, we
take it
I got some killers walk you down they'll face you
I got this mask on late night take a nigga like I don't even give a fuck I'm Jason I got this
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
out
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that bind
They shackle our feet, we trip, we fall
We crawl
I was born in the mess of it all
it
Land taken by forced enslavement
Renamed and paved with hatred
This bitch has been blatantly racist
Our hands up, you still shoot
We can't breathe.
send the addy
We can meet up like a playdate
You beatin me
You must be high
On et space cake
I caught your boyfriend
And gave him back
Like a pay lake
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
The weed getting to me she like take me to your room
Uh,
Nothing I Can't Have
Hoes up for grabs uh,
Million dollar mason drive by leave a nigga like
and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
faster
I cook until I can't feel my face
If you like art
Culinary
Christ we said he must
But in he is face no he won't feeling merry
Scared money won't
Yeah
Young Khalifa and Bern
Real niggas in this bitch
Everybody drunk, the fuck they want
Uh
It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in
I had a rose
Or somethin' to give to the girls
I'm all by myself and I wish that
Someone else would come and fix that
I hope to meet you in a year
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