Lyrics:
for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the Lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice
bang the shots rang in
Running through the jungle
Don't know where we've been
Left their old shells by the smoldering fire
You could smell the whiskey
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
spot, another day of monotony's
Gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only
yeah
In the air like a baseball bat (yeah yeah)
Bitch my pockets been on fat (yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (yeah)
Baby I been getting guap
Right
from everything that's great - that's right
We're out of sight, we're in a steep decline
But we'll have another shot, and another shot, and another shot
I don’t understand
How she get attractive when she with another man
How I get distracted when she with another hand
I be liking all her pictures that
pipe her and she pay fo' yo Lac
Fool, you make a lot of money but cha' talk too much
Countin' chickens that ain't there'll get cha' caught in a fuss
yea I heard that
You deserve that swerve that 'lac
Make it bang, let it go, bring that back
I blew they brain, nephew yea do that thang
Living life in
Pour me a drink yeah I want another shot
Bartender line 'em up whiskey on the rocks
I've been doing fine since you broke up with me
Bartender can I
by witless unmasked thugs
We're done with 2020, and with 21
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot
Open up the world again
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot, why don't
the time and
She give me deep throat while I'm driving
She wetter than a boat got me divin
I'm from the west coast shot's firing
Nobody isn't safe you hear
a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
for the niggas that say they finna attack me (ayy, make this left shawty)
Turn the music down low and let the 'Lac creep (come on)
Fuck the police, I
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna bake a casserole
Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
I
bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your
Love's made another change
But you'll never know 'cause love is believing
And you've thrown faith away
Wounded, shot through the heart
And it just
Take a shot and let's not even bother throwing up
Cause by the time you finish we'll be in another spot
And just fucking it up (Yea, yea)
Text me all
Pour another bottle baby
Pour another shot
Ain't worried bout tomorrow
Cause tonight is all We got
So go and Pour another bottle babe
Pour another
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
Yeah
Yeah
We got another one
Yeah
I'll be on my way
Riding smoother than a Rafe
Getting higher than a scrap
Trying to eat Conjuring up another plate
already
Dey can suck my balls, average nigga have no luck at all
But because I be in my 'Lac chillin
They stereotype me, thinkin I'm into crack sellin
Man
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