Lyrics:
me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
Like, how many inches in a mile?
What it takes to make you smile?
Get
Chorus: (Inches)
Running to the money like woah!
Running to the money like woah!
Running to the money like woah!
Running to the money like woah!
I'm here to win my race
But can't hear they engines
I told them this a game of inches
Can't leave the game winless
I'm here to win my race
But can't
Bitch I keep it tricking like I’m pimping all these women
Buy some inches for the hoe, if she show this dick attention
I don’t get it
Say she done,
look at my dick
It’s 4 inches
I am unemployed
But my polaroid
Taking pics of my dick
Every single pic
Pick dick
Pick dick
I’m sending my dick
I will
a land of clouds
Your reflection burns into my crown
Reluctant shoulders carry hope
That from time to time I'll descend my rope
Just inches from your
the air
I guess this is a love song
It's all that I've been wanting
Its fourth in inches not punting
First and goal and I'm running
I just want to be with
Inches away and not knowing,
the space we share keeps us both apart.
We'll waste our whole lives, just missing each other.
we'll spend an eternity,
hott it'll make you cold
do your chain hang low?
Is that the chain!
Bout 24 inches is how low i let it hang
hop out the ride and let the diamonds smoke
my niggas that somewhere 6 inches up under the grave
Ya ya ya ya
He said he balling look at him like same
I took a couple of losses I look at that shit
the squad
Mumalola visa?
Tabwela kuza swiper tu
Chi mamie cha badi
Sipping on vadi
Acrylic is popping
Inches is nothing
I'm a fly mamacita
Buying drinks by
gangsta-licious
Fuck all the superstition
I don't need your permission
Going the distance like it's fourth and inches
Money topic of discussion
Can't take no part
We need at least two inches, I think even 3 inches of rain
In the last two hours we're up a little over 0.20 inches of rain
That is not enough
We gonna
Breaking the blue, skim the horizon. Throwing stones beyond a beckoning wind. In the last two inches of sky. Now I’m immune to gravity’s whisper:
We are,
Five feet three nine inches above the deep
Seeking answers in a pamper the key is inside of me
Blind don't speak, lest they teaching you bout
inche
(Me recargo, me fortalezco)
Konchipün, küme mupüken
(Entrando a la noche, siempre vuelo mejor)
Me he reconocido
Me he fortalecido
Con mis raíces
the game
So twisted, 20-sum inches on a little bit a leather then we get get things
So twisted/ I bet you think you so hard but boy you got it twisted,
something I don't know
Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know
Something I don't know, something I don't know
How many inches in a mile?
What
we ridin through the town
Mud digger
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
Mud digger
And my Chevy
things
That don't seem all that smart
'Cause there ain't no greater distance
Than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart
They can barely make
susi got your number
and susi ain't your friend
look who took you under
with seven inches in
blood is on the dance floor
blood is on the knife
susi got
on and
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)
2 inches or a yard rock hard or if it's saggin'
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)
So it ain't like I'm braggin' just join
squad up (we say boo koo)
30 inches on your impala (we say boo koo)
Yo I got boo koo flava
I got boo koo gators
I got boo koo paper so you know it's boo
tearing me apart and
Girl, the hardest part is
You're so high on attention
Taking miles from inches
Leave me in the darkness
Never finish what we
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