Lyrics:
Feeling so blue (Feeling)
Red or sorta kinda pink
I can't drive I just had a drink
Stay right here right by my side
We'll walk through the path tonight
about me
Shawty we can drive far from the city
We can find a boujee place to stay
Don't worry about a life now
I will take you to the moon if you let me
don't have to be a star to be yourself
[Chorus: x2]
recognize, freak bitches fantasize
Uhh, ahhh..
Chorus: Lil' Cease
Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two
Everybody starts to look around
It's a quarter to two and them closin'-down lights are mighty bright
But, baby, they don't mean nothin' to me, nah
He had a drink or two, so what
He’s just a kid that’s why
And all the issues that we had
The times are hard, just that
Forgive the traumas in your
Don't drink alcohol oh, oh
Just cause you're sad & down bad
And you want it to last
All the shit that they say
It ain't as bad as it sounds
Oh, oh
I drink
catch if you fall?
Then you have Neptune
Blessing you
Drive
Drive away
To Park city
Look at the snow
And drink hot tea
Now that I can call you mine
on broad day
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta
Like I'm 2 pac I keep me 2 glocks niggas smoking rojee
When I'm smoking on some good
dats a certainty
(I'm not broke)
But Yo death I can guarantee
(300)
By my killa wid a felony
(He don't play)
Can't let you get ahead me
(Hell nah)
I swear that I'm gonna end
I'm suicidal
I don't need other hoes they
Be my rival
If I ever drink and I drive Ima hit the Side wall
Crashing off
pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas with the bank roles (look at the grill
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
let 'em spin like a spiral (21)
I don't got no love for no rival (pussy)
Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle
shit
Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell
(ABOC)
I feel numb yeah, yeah I'm faded
I'm so stuck inside my head I can't go places
So much time that I've wasted, I dont drink but I'm wasted
in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only
catch if you fall?
Then you have Neptune
Blessing you
Drive
Drive away
To Park city
Look at the snow
And drink hot tea
Now that I can call you mine
alive
I’d grab a crocodile by his tail
Handcuff the judge, and throw the cops in jail
Make the meanest woman break down and cry
I’m the baddest man alive
won't you hold the line
Hold the line
Burning coals
A place called home
Choking down my drink to fall asleep
I don't think it's right for me
Drowning out
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing G?
Don't make me have to get cutting
with their head back/
Hit me up for the loud pack, is that rapper weed,
so don't be surprised when you get taxed/
Fly by, shift fast, burning gas,
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