Lyrics:
the center
It?s a booty that's firm, luscious and juicy
Kinda tender like a Roni but sensitive enough to do me
The kinda booty that'll make your day
But you
to the shadows
With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes
But that shapes our fate
This is the Allegory of the cave theory by
(and dat mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple you turns
(wit da dos wide open) punchin' on da gas pedal, make pipe start chokin', comin' down real clean
on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
that's set to
Poesh wonder by way of my man BQ
Rhymes a pretty landscape, moon over Parador
Butter Embience make your date wanna talk more
Set a mood like
will come by my side
It’s the final round gotta make sure I win
I’m just tryna rise, tryna really be sent
5-8-7 kid no we came with no pretend, E-town be
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
Aight, that's it, ha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me, haha
Church creek squad
Haha
I'm from the land of you can meet me
At the parking lot at Circle K
I I pull up by myself in that
Single cab like I need gas
of the blow, it's powerful
Oh, you know what else they tryin' to do
Make a curfew especially for me and you
The traces of the new world order
Time is getting
everybody's top 5 list by now
Pero, ya me callo
If you're doubtin' me nigga, then tu eres un cuero
Hop in the guillotine
If you're thinkin' that you're fuckin'
make a stop, and I keep dat chevey clean, likie a flow ondisk it mop, when I'm posted at da light
Got a button dat make da top drop now hoes hoppin'
killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for
Me
the blue beam (blrrrd)
Bitch, I'm big CEO Shiesty, no checkin' me, what you mean? (Huh?)
Little nigga, biggest Glock, I made everybody come clean
Them
never leave clean sheets
Every time I'm high it's like 3D
I take LSD and that's 4D
Mix codeine that's 5D
I got 5 hoes they got double D's
And that shit's
Malls,
Spirits, Camels, Virgin Slims, smoking
Is a bad, bad habit
Salamanders sing songs about how
Their pleasure principles divided by five, if their
makes it hit just right
It hit just right
These acid tablets got me seeing light
We gonna feel it by the end of the night
Got me swaying left to right,
With my body, gravity got me
Police want me arrested, just to see me naked
Snakes want my necklace
Fake niggas make me set-trip
Thugs shooting reckless
Don't wanna see a nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
When five oh is like
"You know who this is?"
I looked into the ocean and I put my feet under the sand
So many things in life I
Tried to make some sense
Sometimes I wonder if anyone could have it
deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my
deal
Need it quick cos I ain’t No chill
This life that I’m living it’s a living hell
When you make a killing bare niggas wanna see me fail
Pennies
don't have to, but you wanna
A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
I wonder how you continue to be
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys-keys open doors
Yugh! Make your skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon'
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