Lyrics:
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Hit the mountains in Colorado to get in the zone
A route in Cali' smoking weed stronger than Jessica Jones
Yeah, I grew up by the water so you
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
Trust me you're not that guy
Twój własny głos jeszcze wyeskaluję
Chcę to słyszeć kraj
Tego gadania już miałem potąd
Ale mi wyszło na plus jak proton
I pull up in Prada
My pockets on nada
Still want me Estrada or mo'
The mouth Bobo Kala
I swag like Your Fada
For pee I be doing the most
When I was
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
surprise me (no, no)
Eight hunnid for the kicks and I feel like a hypebeast (ah-ah)
Up a half seven, we pushin' it in the drive
Free shots by eleven, we
Check it
We out in cali, chillin in this alley
'Bout to smoke this jack, never not a black
Half white, that's a fact
When I spit it I rip it, it's so
never knew it then
Forget my life, never doing it
So sick and tired of apologies you said to me
400 negative when you look at me
Counting clean
Squad
hood nigga and I’m his hood bitch
When we riding, I got the thing on silent. Cocked and ready to go, you just gotta let me know. We stay on the low,
not cool
I'll still proclaim it
Like Paul do
Know me and mine
Live for His name
Na I ain't ashamed
When my life was toxic
I said "Jesus, be my detox"
rolling weed just getting higher
Chuck the whole duce up
I bet u think i really gave a fuck
The pressure made me beautiful
Got bitches tryna bae me up
the mack sause
Damn, Look at that drip
Got a coke bottle shape & bet that pussy grip 2
And it ain't no swag on me that pack on presidential
What you want
dobou si přijdu až moc sober
Fakt nechci, aby ze mě byl zkurvenej stoner
Ale bez všeho se cítím zase víc wack
Všem lidem okolo chuť dát smack
Já jsem král
The fuck yu finna do?
Control the room
Better check yo mood
For yu lose ya
I put the chnaces on my life wanna run by me n get gunned down
Run from me
I've just been feeling so damn lonely lately
She asked me if I wanna fuck and I told that girl 'maybe' (Jk)
Then I didn't
Go home
Don't take me like
this bitch ima switch the crowd
We down the crib by the block we gon spin around
Aye, watch that SUV over there out the truck selling pounds
Waiting for
The back, the front
Look at the side to side
The side to side
No you can't get with this 'cause we matched on Tinder
Karaoke time, sing a song by
stand you
Riding solo through the city like Clark Kent
Windows got no tint
Them pretty ass lips keep speaking to me
Like, let the top down, heater
Millionaire, still got the strip locked
Uh (hahahaha)
I was-I was dreamin' 'bout this wealth, even when I'm with them shooters
Got the nina by my belt,
Check, ch-check, ch-check yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, now take a trip inside my mind
Like you was off to Venice
It’s me and B-IG L-N-B-O
Cooking like chemists
passing me by
I reminisce on all the times I should have said Hai
I reminisce on all the times I should have said Hai
Try to forget all the times I said
What I do
What I do
I just pulled up ekasi naba ngani bami
Swag on the hunnid
At the corner store with all my phandas
On the grind holla if you
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