Lyrics:
smoke away emotions
Fuck with me let's get together
We'll be floatin' like we supposed to
But you to dope for me
Ya too high to ever get close to me
I
match mine
So in the mean time I'll be catching a vibe
Blessing the ill mirage with the model chicks and cuban cigars
How you copped a section
With you, with you, with you, with you, with you
Tell me, how do you feel?
I don't wanna be here by myself
But I'm just like you, and you don't
feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit
Wreck shit
For respect bitch
To all my bitches in the spot lookin
needed)
(So high, so high am I) Let's get P.O.D.'ded
Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby
Fucked up, look at you faded
I am what I am as a thug
mind, yeah, time's get rough
You give me a sign, I'll ante up, up high
I got the keys in the trunk
If it come down to it, would you lie for me?
Put
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't
at a standstill
We ain't dropped in a minute, yeah
And that is not a coincidence
I learned to live with no regrets
Your girl lookin' like a 9
My girl lookin
up
For all the times no one's ever spoke for us
To every single time that they play this song
You can say that that's what Bobby Ray wrote for us
(Young Rai)
That's how you pronounce my acronyms
(Young Rai)
36 missed calls 21 texts
I'm not gonna get back to them
They said I grew up spineless
So I
need an audition to get with you?
You ain't gotta go through all that shit
Then I choose you
Be cool, baby, okay
Hey, bitch, come here
You out your
crispy like I'm bacon
(I'm bacon) her right there she is a 10
I will take her to my place
So she can meet my little friend
Goddamn Bobby how'd you lose
perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come up
breakdown.
Gotta show my brother what I've got so he won't break out.
On the same speech on how I haven't eat sleep breath music give it up as career but I'll
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
next to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For
manic (oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, lady
I'ma make your dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who
come on, Bobby you ain't shit though
Why your personality be split though?
One minute it's PLP, the next that shit be slit throats
Devil and an angel
and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh,
into the bed
Get into some more freaky shit
Then we could go back to the crib
Take a look at how I live, take a sip
Let me show you how deep it get
(oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, baby
I'm gon' make your dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who
everything is gonna be fine
Doing what I do for myself, so this is all mine
No matter what you did, rebuke the evil like God forbid
For every man and woman
around
Bitch I be lookin' like i'm paid when I come around
It's about 9:45
I'm on I-40 High
Eyes on the prize
Eyes kind of low
My time
Niggas know I
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