Lyrics:
to save my mind and clean up the messiest slime of my inhibition
No more missing out on my own living
One batch two batch Penny and Dime, Penny and Dime,
fun, oh baby
I like the way you turn me on (Turn me on)
Just like an old Keith Whitley song
I like the way you shake it, work it (Work it baby)
Ten out
conniving fraudulent
Ho that likes to fuck and if you believe otherwise you disillusioned
It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't
the mirror and say
Fuck you
Fuck your hopes
Fuck your dreams
Fuck your plans
Fuck everything you thought this life was going to bring you now
Let's go out
in the mornin' (hey)
Uh, look at the batch (batch)
Got the whole world swarmin' (uh)
Uh, look at the racks (woo)
Got the whole world screamin',
Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb
Two thousand just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do
jack
Pistol grip pump to your chest
Like an asthma attack
All this residue thats left i could whip
An extra batch
Shout out all my niggas in the jails
baby
Prove it, baby
Before you walk out that door
Prove, I won't love you no more
Prove that I'll forget your kiss
In your arms, I'll never miss
That indica
Ain't blowing top shelf
I pity ya
Just hit a strong batch
That indica
Ain't blowing top shelf
I pity ya
You be in and out the club
Why you
baby
Prove it, baby
Before you walk out that door
Prove, I won't love you no more
Prove that I'll forget your kiss
In your arms, I'll never miss
that's what you are
Push me out a plane into free fall
Every time I wait for you to not pick up when I call
So prove me wrong, prove me wrong, prove me
Prove em wrong
Prove em wrong
Prove em wrong
Prove em wrong
Prove em wrong
Prove em wrong
People used to bully me in school
Now they're going
the batch (by the batch)
Me and the bros whipping rolls back to back (back to back)
Powder toes, body toned, waist snatched (waist snatched)
Money long
we can't sip
Fucking up there all the time I had bad flips
Know too many niggas that died off a bad batch
I was getting used to the money I had back
Diamonds in her overbite, you can't see cuz they shining bright
Got a lil one that like to ride strike
She want to counter out of spite
I ain't need no
a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't
Come get some of this
A, a, a
We can roll a spliff
A get away
Out the way
Sit back and take a sip
Of this Dusse of the Rozay
Grab and parlay
Grab
Real grimy shit
Y'all ain't ready for this shit
Gold in the blunt
Slumped like and elephant
Fentanyl in the batch
Bought to smoke another patch
stream Came from a small batch to livin' off some
Big dreams You doin' small time, boy you doin' broke
Things We be gettin' tall now, show you how I spend
pursue it
Anywhere I go I’m poppin' and wavy, at this point I don’t gotta prove it
Walk around like I’m with Tommy and Jamie, so money I’m speaking it
dress of blue
Baby just one kiss will get these things for you
A kiss to seal our fate tonight
A kiss to prove it all night
Prove it all night
Girl
dress of blue
Baby just one kiss will get these things for you
A kiss to seal our fate tonight
A kiss to prove it all night
Prove it all night
Girl
shit, different from yesterday
I'm with a bad bitch, different from yesterday
Just took a new batch, different from yesterday
Still got the same pain,
benjis
Lowkey but like fancy tings
She obsessed with tingz
Goin work for diamond rings
I don't just give out ting
Bakin a batch I put weed in my
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