Lyrics:
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
me a bitch who try to stack cake
Dumped the whore from 905
I heard she running battris
I don't like no fake energy
The fuck from round me
If you
I fit mek you cum in stages, see how you came in stages
Bad boy from the 20's
She say she no want no rubber ɔno ɔse cpɛ no raw
Slowly slowly ooohh
She a dime
She can never be a penny
Benihana she can never eat at Wendy’s
She getting money and she only in her 20’s
She drive a Benz
She cant fuck with
is a lick
I bought a clip, long as a bench, I'm tryna sink a nigga like a ship
Yeah, I turned 20 this year
Felt like banging 20s with my pop pops
once but her ex owns her body
She lookin so innocent trust me she naughty
She bustin old 20s
She go for the oldies
It's all about money it's all about
youngins
Clapping with my youngin's, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20's what you need, we got it for you
Chop the chicken down to chicken
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
Me and Jim Jones, stay
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
on that thing
With 20's like Ginobli
G-5 sitting on the runway
Just to go to LIV on a Sunday
I spend it make it right back on a Monday
All my niggas rolling
on that thing
With 20's like Ginobli
G-5 sitting on the runway
Just to go to LIV on a Sunday
I spend it make it right back on a Monday
All my niggas rolling
Buy a van so we could crash on couches through our 20s
You’d know the words to every song we play, you’d
Drink too much and then go write on home good
I'll miss
All the strings get stretched
All the wings get clipped, for the downfall
Switch it up damn my egos gone
In the middle of my 20's it could
Free all them
I'm in the hood givin' 20s to shorties
Why? Cause I used to steal outta Aldi's
Now I pull up in them Audis
Can't see through the smoke
We
couldn’t shoot it well
Had to ditch the life of suit and ties
It didn’t suit me well man
I just thought I would’ve had it in the bag by now
I just
found me
Live by faith angels surround me
God rules everything around me
Sink or swim tha world won't drown me
Once was lost then Jesus found me
Live by
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
driving
Catch me an offer but that dream was declining
Now I’m 22 still sitting a classroom only thing in my mind was rhyming
Shit drove me mad thought I
the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush
It's been a long time since I had court dates
Like Weezy said, long bread, no short cake
Like Gudda said
I let my bitch get all the 20's
Soon as I turn
on that marijuana she won't ever leave me
Sativa and Indica
She won't never leave me
Is my Sweat vs Suit
She won't never leave me
The Music is my
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