Lyrics:
Thrift store whores
Got sales at the doors
Vintage Michael Kors
It's designer galore
I dress really retro
And i bump that new Metro
Yeah I'm booming
is loud as
Lighting
Roll up a pound
Pass it around
You won’t hear a sound
It’s frightening.
Danny got xans for sale
I’m not on the block
I avoid
Weight Weight Weight Weight
Weight Weight Weight Weight
Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga
the house to bust a sale
I could drop eleven eleven
They think imma sell them a wish
I been off my shit
No more prescripts
Lighting my joint wit a pitch
lighting it up like a match
Jumping inside of a coupe so these bitches won't see me
Damn I make this shit look easy
I was down bad still they would leave me
Lighting a cocktail
Before they have themselves a fire sale
Everything must go so they burn it away
Trading away what is ours
Watching the smoke from
Brother rifo siempre sueno cabron
No hay comparación
De otra constelación
No se nos comparen
Cabron siempre nos sale
No hay quien nos acorrale
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
wanna miss it
Mixing lighting with the fire what a beautiful sight
Like your watching from a sauna how your sweating my style
I ain't playing for plays if
judging real or fake n*****, building case n**** real estate
Agent sale you out for a pay statement, got me watching what I say
I’ve been noticing a change,
a vision
2020's my year and you don't wanna miss it
Mixing lighting with the fire what a beautiful sight
Like your watching from a sauna how your sweating my
2020's my year and you don't wanna miss it
Mixing lighting with the fire what a beautiful sight
Like your watching from a sauna how your sweating my style
bell
I kiss and tell myself
Aye yo you lunching Rell
Bo peep be on fleek making Them coochie sales
Im like Aladdins lamp
Genie in my inner cells
demas
Baila sobre sale a de to lo que te sale
Suave te lo entro y rapido que lo saque
Gimiendo mi nombre de placer tu en el aire
Este tubo es tuyo
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
Da God]
[Tommy Whispers]
Now Barbara need to stop
Always at the kitchen table, lighting up the rocks
While her daughter sit and watch
Cuz her
paalna tha kya kre bne fucking gangsta
Dope sale coke sale dealership manshiyaat meri jebo mein
Jab hoti thi talaash behisaab benakaab
Nikle bhaage
How can I save myself?
When the path that I've been
Walking leads straight to hell
Is there something for sale?
Can you convince me that it ain't
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale
So let me find the nigga that
hear the syllables they never forget /
If it’s a tough sale then it’s time to write the check/
I get respect from across the globe/
Because I Only spit
my sight, aye
Ain't no second guessing gotta get it or you lost
If my time was up for sale, you bitches couldn't get the cost
I been slaving for my
the proper measurements
Lighting up the weed sparking ideas like thomas edison
Until they give me respect
I can't address them with the proper etiquette nah
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