Lyrics:
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
City Full Of
Muurdaaaa
These niggas hop out go to singing when the feds come
He wasn’t no Gangsta then his partnas should’ve said some
Murder Be
and again
You can play my song, yes
And I'll keep on dancing and keep on dancing
Having fun until the morning sun
D.J. will play just for you
So you
Turn it up a
Turn it up a
Turn it up a little more, little bit
Sitting 204 outside in the nighttime
Saw you walking up its the right time
Blue jeans
standing tall
You are my Wonderwall so lovely n bizarre
By now you should know just what to do
Kiss me so I know you love me too
Kiss me So I'll know your
screw
Lil bitch i keep it lowkey but speak to me like Hugh
All my baby see is green i got her singing the blues
Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
Yeah that
just keep on making hits about you
Till you let me hit
And then I'll start the album
Had me at first glance
And If I'm being honest I need one more
arms
I'll keep you safe and away from harm
I'm off of my rap shit you got me distracted
Baby I'm acting crazy
I see you starin' from across the room
Feel
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Blue-collared world I'm living in (living in)
At least that's what my parents said (ooh, I'm good right now)
I'm (blind)
And I'm proud to be an idiot
Fans, I
your eyes where they supposed to be
Supposedly, I was seen with something lean, huh
Brown skin, I keep it bouncing
I say lounging, on the side
schools
To the browns and blacks
Full of gaps and lacking facts
And We can't react?
Take the impact and relax?
No, imma take a stance
Keep your song
shots
Lil Brodie, this a Squadda, This is not a cop car
Hit da lights, enter calm, All he hear is Fye Fye
Glock them down, Foxy brown ill with the Na Na
and maybe by then
I'll at least be able to try
wait for sunrise and my sight for sore eyes
'Cause it's a matter of time "til I'm home by your side
Brown eyes on blue awe that sun's breaking through
washing your tears on bottles of booze
I know what to do, I'll sing the grown man blues
Laws and behaviors are not your way to be
Inside your head feels
on that auction
Shawty stalking, but you know she be gawking by big ol' topping
All these rappers keep on talking their talking but keep on flopping
They be
units
I'd rather smoke loosies outside with the losers
King of the blues shit booth sips ruthless
Have the 45 singing to you like a blues lick
I never die
rehearsed
I keep writing these songs for you
You know it's not the first
So instead of singing what you already know
Sit back and relax and enjoy the show
girl
Fr fr
Stay by my side
Keep it one hundred
And don't lie to me girl
I ain't capping
I ain't fronting
Swear i'm down for you girl
Me and you
my body's only crawling
I was happy living life until they beat me black and blue
I've got a lotta issues I'll apologize to you
When I am writing
Keep you by my side all the time like we Siamese
You some good fortune take you out get some Chinese
And you graceful do your thang with the ease
Got
berries is blue
I don’t care if it was pink
As long as they still smokin'
I'll have them bags packed until
They damn near open
The hustle’s in my veins
I
said "what's the plan?"
Baby, if you hurry up, I'll tell you in the car
I keep it Frank like Anne, baby this the plan
We gon' rob that nigga, we gon' put
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