Lyrics:
the bali surfing pooh
We get diving 첨벙 In that swimming pool
No freaking time to loose
We be sippin' some kool aid with my boo
인생별거 없지 나무늘보같이
게으르게 밍기적거리자구
Fake Friends
I’m chillin’ with my fake friends
This club ain’t shit but fake men
I’m chillin’ with my fake friends
My fake friends
Fake Friends
I’m
just the set I'm reppin'
Angel energy, not your enemy
Don't be oversteppin'
Boundaries strong 'bout a bitch
Follow intuition
Give me space to run my race
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch
And she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried
in my waist
Step by step
Leaving flame in trace
Face wasted
I chase wine with jay's
I'm high as a jet
Grind hard chill rest
Making tracks that you
(Stack)
If you ain't with my bros, then you ain't with the racks (Nah)
Can't catch me lackin' cuz we chillin' somewhere off the map (We off the map)
Off
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
chillin’
I know that my heart could be so cold
But I’m sweet for you come put me in a cone
You’re the only touch yeah they get me melting
He’s my favorite
', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'
I know that my heart can be so cold
But I'm sweet for you, come put me in a cone
You're the only touch, yeah, that get me
', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'
I know that my heart can be so cold
But I'm sweet for you, come put me in a cone
You're the only touch, yeah, that get me
bail for me, make sales for me
Have a baby with me (This is what she'll do)
Not too industry (Be my baby momma too)
Someone who'll never leave (And
(I was chillin' by my lonely)
I was chillin' by my lonely, I was chillin' on my own
Now you stuck with all these phonies, can't believe I let you go
Uhhh yeah Oh buddy boy
Hey now Oh my
Yeah Oh buddy boy karachot
Yeah Cause I be
Chillin' on a couple a 40's
I be chillin' on a couple a 40's yeah
I get paid
No friends in this shit they be snakes
Fuck twelve bitch I handle this shit by myself
Got my blade and my Glock just chillin' on my shelf
when all the thugs was out, nah
Whips is wavy, niggas crazy
Catch me O.T. 'chillin with my nigga Davyy, facts
School is done the best to Come
Call me
just wasting all my time aye
Rumbling bangers with swagger and ease i be flexing like Travis or rocky or snoop
Every time that I put down a New verse I
Living in my rollercoaster dealing with the ups and downs
Living in my ghost town carnival man theres no one around
Tell by how I'm looking that I
Now the seat set back (yea yea)
(I been chillin on the lowx2) (yeax3)
I been chillin on the low
Ridin with the pole
Ridin wit that strap
Pole in my
cowards I be buryin'
Comin' around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin'
Just like DJ do the cuttin' I be havin' your posse duckin' nothin' but
disgusted by such a lie, fuck (aye, aye)
Yeah, what more do I gotta say? (yeah)
I'm givin' it my all, and these mo'fuckers think it's a game
Cause I be
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
With my knees in the saddle
on me
Yeah i think i found my sweet one
And i always move correctly when i see one
I was chillin' with some fakes
I had to leave some
Now i got you by my
or give me doubt
Or tell me what it's all about
And if you figure out my flow
Be it fast or be it slow
Me and my baby will be chillin' with
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
With my knees in the saddle
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