Lyrics:
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Im blowing your mind then my nose with some hunnids
That bitch she want some Louis
I tell her I’m Gucci
I ain’t pay designer
I say
I'll give you
Organix, Illadelph halflife
Hit the L or hash pipe
And give em' hell on that mic
Pass my tipping point, then I hit the joint
Crash like
you're here by my side yeah.
These polaroids hold memories,
That cant be faked or creased so please just get the message b,
I want it to be me and you til
Yeah I give her dick but nah I never feed a hoe
Yeah I might tell her I love her but I don't need the hoe
Niggas always asking me questions I don't
you from France, Japan or Italy
An R&B fan, or a dope MC
Some ol' jazz cat that won a Grammy
A wide receiver, from Miami
A soccer goalie
as you give? Well shit
I'm tryna give it all so I can get it back
On Taylor Gang, that
What I'm smokin' got me feelin'
Like we ain't ever comin' down
before
But that girl was a must
And now she's a whore
Why'd you leave me
Ya I'm over it
You're the one beggin now
And I don't give a shit
Why'd you leave
it all straight dirt
I started jottin' down, that's when I found
I'll rip a page first
I took a plain verse,
And held it with me til' it sang hurt
resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that
Village
They had the same type of impact that the jazz cats had
I want to thank you for helping me reach the understanding
And they were coming with,
express girl
for you I'd freaking drive it
If we on another level
then I hope you don't mind it
But not to get up all in that jazz
'cause I'll give you my
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my whole nine, free at last
Want me to be fake can't agree with that
Yeah, Look
Yeah, Yeah
Run up the bands in a week
Diamonds my neck that peak
Fuckin’ that bitch by the bay
I got a brand new foreign
Diamonds my
with me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Heartbreaker for life yeah so am I that is our destiny
Love or lust but I am dead inside so love will rest in peace
to the bedroom
Put on some blusey jazz
Took me by the hand
Said I'd like this dance
He held me in his arms, real love was found
Oh, but I'll never tell what was
can't hurt me 'cause I don't care about you
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
About you
Whoa
The pussy ass
Sounds of white people
into the music turn that shit to paper,
I can't… uhh… fuckin date her,
Man the shit I be blowing got me elevated,
Blue check by my name, so bitch you
gonna go when it bends
And all I know is what I'd give today to feel that way again, yeah
I made the most of no degree here selling cars
On the Westside
Dorthy texted me can you kick it I'm not a Kansas City Chief punter
Thats just play on the Wizard Of Oz in case you ain't catch that
Dats for that one
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