Lyrics:
She hit me up almost everyday
Wine in the glass we buy it by the bottle
And she gets a pass to the show 'cuz she looks like a model
Our vibe is a lift
the gin
Get more fucked up than Berlin
Nah, I like Germans
Clock hit nine it signals us
Party starting thus we must
Call the rides in them we trust
So we
get stomped in
The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach
Boy, you out of reach
This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock
Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not
This a freestyle
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
by the band the Gin Blossoms
I accidentally saw them once
Hey, I get carried away
But it's easy to be unafraid
When you're so critically disdained
The overwhelming heartbreaks we go through and trying to figure out who matters
And the fines that we get, for parking over lines, I can’t do it all
shit gets, hotter than Hell's Kitchen
When fingers itching, it's more scratching
The DJs practice mixing
It's not baseball, but we stay pitching
No waist
most top 40 hits have a BPM
Of one twenty or more
I definitely like the gin-song
And the ginko bal-boa?
[Chorus]
Sometime you picture yourself
out when
We get cold weather
Now, for all you bitches out there (Bitch)
Talkin' all that jack
He ain't gin be nothin' (Shhh)
And shit haha haha (Ha)
most top 40 hits have a BPM
Of one twenty or more
I definitely like the gin-song
And the ginko bal-boa?
[Chorus]
Sometime you picture yourself
to find a job son
It's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed
When we come through, cause we supposed to
If you opposed to
Get your face blown dude, off
Sippin' on gin, reminiscing all night
Blowin' them bands by the day, baby
I just bought me a new K, baby
Let 'em know I'll spray, baby
Let 'em know I
side of Queens
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for dame
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign
Curious about him
I wanted to talk to him but he was to busy for that
But I was more then welcome to walk with him
As we walked
He talked and I just
of Queens
We get the cream laid up love love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
If we all get together we can all get paid
We can all get high we can all get laid
With just a little compassion we can all just shine
No kids go
to the ouchin', more a fountain
But that's how we get anotha doggy dogg housin'
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions and we fly
off our iPhones
Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were grown, young nigga
With gin in this red cup, turning up cause' we don't give a fuck
in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
[Magoo]
Get your freak on at club(?)
We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done
could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice
these nigga's know what Short Dawg and Lil' Kim can do
more
Sick and tired always feeling poor
We caught him lacking down by the store
But he was screaming that he want war
Leave his nigga on the boulevard
mine,mine (oh oh)
For you, I would have done whatever
And I just can't believe, we ain't together
And I wanna play it cool, But I'm losin' you
I'll buy you
By the beach, by the beach
By the beach, by the beach
Get another Uber, we gon' need more seats
Okay, yeah, I'm from Venice, roll iceberg lettuce
She
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