Lyrics:
spirits at the bar
Then drink them right away, feel a little high so far
This week is behind us, the shit is far away,
No money in my bags but I’m gonna
Everyting easy, believe we
Gyal up on the i-watch, gyal up on the TV
Hit the road like a don, yeah, I rep where I'm from
Badboys inna London, get the Ps,
drop it
Ash the blunt takeoff Space X i'm a rocket
Champagne in the club where the bottles imma pop it
Living in this life yeah you know it's a miracle
They poured out their emotions
I sat back and watched 'em cry
By the end of the night they were toastin'
Man I was a hell of a guy
I'm a bottle of Jack
seen from your window
How you stood back and watched
Know that you miss me a lot
But I cannot go back no I cannot go back
I'm so close to the top a lil
I'm enjoying the trip bit by bit
I'm so paranoid where do I even fit
Shorty make it drip and be mine tonight
Party mode on fleet high as a kite
I can't
Silverado
Threw my heart out on the road
And slammed his foot on the throttle
Now I'm sitting home alone
Drinking Jamie by the bottle
I'm a model citizen
But
where's a life guard when you need one?
Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle
Mixin' up with Similac, my momma knew I had
the town I'm from
La Mirada hotter than a lot of J rockets
Lifting off the outer space in case you miss the last train
All aboard the wall of sound
Mister
And I'm reminded
Of the time that I was blinded
By the sun
It was a welcome change
From the sight of you hanging
Like a willow
Off the arm
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two,
pocket
Plus it called team rocket
I got a nigga blastin' off he
Check me for my wallet
She say young Fauni got the hoes but
I'm not one to call it
Prolly
I'm chillin' heavy understand me baby this Gangsta Boo"
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where the dollas at?
Where the dollas at?
Nigga, where
Hit 'Em Hard kush God nigga
Yeah
Gang partna
We do it
You not fuckin' with the money
Gutta Gunna I got you partna
I'm from that gunshine state
Aye
right
Niggas know me as a plug that's right and I'm know for showing love oh yea
From hubbard to Coleman street 1150 be exact Pittsburgh
I got known by
Uhh hits o hard
IM bring back scars
Finna get wet than
Bring a back bars
Me and my girl
She from the stars
One more date
Than its straight to mars
I look down from my window
To the island where I'm held
Listen while you're sleeping
Darkness is itself
Tomorrow I am disappearing
'Cause
cold then Mami
Where your sleeves at?
I know Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang
Shoot 'em up shot 'em
Pay these bitches like MJ
Shouts to my nigga Scotty
We be
got plenty
I’m so automatic you thought that my ma named me semi
Best that i stay way from Henny
Keep two MVPs like the rockets stop it
Can’t cuz i stay
and our rodeos
Our Stetsons and our boots
Our stockyards where we drive our herds
From pastures into chutes
Since we were born to ride it's time to leave
on them couches
Money in the air bad bitches
All around Asses Everywhere
Popping All The Bottle One By One
Screaming Where My Drink At
Bitch Lets Go Dumb
all that
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Where that money at? Nigga fuck all that
Everybody ain't your friend
I'm a thug nigga, peep
at if you find em we should slide
Where the house party at im drippin in the Cartier
I think i i'm just to sober can you hand me that bottle yeah
The suns
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