Lyrics:
it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by
another apology
After three years, I'ma let it go (go)
Can't stand around cryin' no more (more)
Got your bags packed sittin' by the door (door)
I'ma
my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus: x2]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin' um hm
On the front porch getting deeper
feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't
colder cause niggas be jealous
This real as it get aint no filter or edit
I wouldn't even be in the stu if it wasn't for Des an Yung Dolla
Im givin them
Bobbi the waitress
Kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
wishin'
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin'
But you gon' know my name by the way I whip it, yeah
I'm in a foreign fuck a rari'
Poppin' blue pills, got me feelin' kinda nauseous
When I'm high as fuck, I'm in the stars, chillin' with Martians
Brotha,
the way I lay it down
And you can love me
You can't find a way to trust me
And now you always wanna judge me
You got my mind feelin' bloody
Just wishin' you
undercover by the way that you was
watchin' me
Ooo Uh the way you look at me im feelin'
You Uh I just cant help but tryna keep it
Cool Uh i can feel it in
the block
You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus 2x]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin
up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja
novice, I?m so polished, I got a right to be a little bit snobbish
I did a little bit of college, semesters it took 2 like Rob Base
To let me figure out
the cravings that connect you
To that money you makin'
Your desire is the fire got
You feelin' you slavin'
(Free yourself) Money doesn't make
You the man
Mama I told you
By now we gone get it right
Right?
You gone have to turn me up for this one
Aye
Ah yeah
Okay
Dot Wave
Decimal
Decimal
Down
Woke up this morning, got my tackle box and hat
Gonna catch me some fish, you know that's where it's at
Grabbed my trusty ole' rod and hopped in my
you're thinkin'
Just by looking at you
Girl, tell me how you're feelin'
I'ma keep it real, yeah
I need you in my life
Cause I can't be without you
And me
feelin' nervous but I'm really kinda wishing
For an undercover mission
That's when the red alert came on the radio
And I put my earpiece on
Got my dark
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member
got you feelin' that so appealing
We got you jumpin' around and bouncin' off of the ceiling
Makin' music ya feeling from Baltimore into Bristol
I
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
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