Lyrics:
on remembering more
The mud on my jeans still won’t come clean
And the sink is full of floaters and empties
A couch-length away and closing in
Sometimes I wish
Don't show holsters
Unless he pullin' the toasters
Is that fish dead? Oh yes, he's a floater
Full of holes and I stay in rooms
Full of hoes
Got Tyler lien
done copped 'em
You always talk about K's but ain't never shot 'em
I'm certified and real, lil homie, you a floater
You a full blown hater, that's what
smoking that boom
Gotta be shooting, no floaters
My blunt full of odor, I'm smoking that stank
These niggas not who you think
Watch out for actors who
a floater
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up hey
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Is you even a smoker
Raw and grabba crushed up
Spliff full of sativa
Or is you a backwood Nigga
shit stopping
Shooting real high like a floater
Drink in my soda
He play with me had to tear drop em
You know what they here for it's getting clearer
We
reversed it in deep waters now
Now I get it, been a minute, I ain't tripping I ain't falling down
Heading full speed now we moving like a motor
Big God feel
Put a little bounce in the step
Slap ground for the tech
Oh now well I guess
That I'm just a lil show off
Floater got arc like Noah
Easy when
wine in my future, but I swear I'll be sober
Swear I'll be sober
Swear I'll be sober
Feeling like I'm Steph
Ima score with a floater
I keep a bag full
opp null steal
Jeg vet jeg er ute av picture, jeg floater om shit som NIL
Bro jeg pakker det sammen, jeg er ute av rammen, jeg lager det shit on top
a reason
To put you like a floater
Partie is on my bullet
Partie is on my bullet
Tell me what the fuck
My weapon is full it
Partie is on my bullet
Partie is
irritating, like the hole in my floor.
He’s a blot on the landscape, a floater in my pool.
A crack in my windscreen, but nobody’s fool.
Nobody’s fool, ah ah
curry with that floater
I just met a goth hoe, take her out that choker
All black costume , nigga for October
Nigga Hella musty, he got body odor
I just
Full circle
Everything just comes full circle
My bro talking back he don't do it verbal
Get a new car I might do it purple
Full circle
Matching my
for measures
Running through trophies and treasures
And do it all for leisure
Cali haze and a pocket full of pipe dreams
Under silk sheets with
In fetid poisonous cloud it’s like a ghoulish ghost.
The local people crowd around this hideous freak,
The size of floater’s "bags" on back is more
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
shit, fake shit
Hell nah, pussy ass nigga, that ain't what's up
Nigga fuckin' with the crew, say he really with the shit
Hell nah, we a clique full
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters,
Mississippi floaters,
Gather all about!
Gather all about!
Got some things to tell ya.
Not a thing to sell ya.
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