Lyrics:
simple that way
We ordered pizza
The sun shined in Summer '02
Pepperoni with stuffed crusts, and meat feast too
Margherita and farmhouse and veggie
hundred k stuffed in this bag
I take a vacay and relax
Yeah and all y’all niggas mad
I can’t help that I got it like that
Yeah you know I’m counting them
I slap em,you be acting stuffed but rockin it on a Samsung
Just like G,I'm young rich and handsome
Everbody know that this shit is not random
Don't
call me really odd
Now I'm laughing to the bank cause I never had the chance
Money stuffed all in my pockets yeah I hit the dash
Money stuffed all in my
I don't need that droning patience
Truly it has gotten you so far
Your confusion isn't proving anything is different from the start
I, I'm stuffed
(cye)
Chorus:
Stunna shades on for birds damn
I feel like birdman,
Birdman,
I could give a fuck,
Flip you the birdman,
I got big knots
Guap stuffed
Young Nigga, Fruit Snacks What I Snack On (Undadigg)
Cookie In The Bag Stuffed To The Very Top (It’s Fresh)
Young Nigga Strapped Up Shawty Fuck A Cop
I Was Told Just Keep Going, Never Let Up Off The Gas
93 Stuffed In My Blunt, Same Number Of Shots Stuffed In This Mag
I Promise I Wont Hesitate,
liability?
Health and Safety? More of a luxury
You've got a lot to learn
So if it's unclear
Just know the crusts aren't all
That's getting stuffed here
joint stuffed
hey mad cus we blaZe up, mad cus our weed good, mad cus our joint stuffed
hey mad cus we blaZe up, mad cus our weed good, mad cus our joint
time to take action, conduct the perfect crime
The rude, sharp-tongued cops versus the bandits
Pleading and cries are stuffed in a bandage
Heaven
no sir
Bag stuffed in the cut
I'm sorry, but it's over
Swear my gang we never sober (Oh)
No more problems, never, no sir
Dressed up with my tie
Yeah my friends have got me stuffed up ok
cnd I know it's not excluding if I decide to not partake
But in those lonely nights once in a while
Well I
den white Socks
Aus dem Weg ich box
Um den Hals stuffed Fox
Homerun Redsox
Serve Heat hebe ab
Hör bei dir nur blabla
Bitch wir sind die Macher
Trappen
money and I had to make that bitch grow up
Yea, I put my honey buns stuffed in a row and
I call that a centipede (Heyuh)
I had the backdoor on that nigga
Get it to go... to go
Cause you gon want some more
Even though you stuffed
You still can't get enough
Get it to go... to go
Cause you gon want some
Eat , Sleep , Trap , Rap
Neva had to rap cap
I went on my own stuck in the rain and brought a pack back
Stuffed it in my backpack
proceeded to my map
I done ran it up
Till my bag got stuffed
Till my calf muscle bust
Still think I ain't ran enough
Niggas all cap
Where your sack
Where you at
When
Kevinsglory
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Wow
Wow
Wow
Uhh
30 in my gun
Racks in the trunk
Blunt double stuffed
Opp catch a slug
Right in his lung
I let off a hun
I
bags on me today
You bet dat bitch stuffed wit da Kay
No sudden moves in quick to spray
Confirm you got the drop
We not makin no stops
Bro just said dat
Brodie got the 40' tucked, the pills is bust
When we fucked my dick ain't work because it was lust
And I pulled up
Blunt stuffed (blunt stuffed)
And she
that's stuffed up in my new designer causing conflicts
Want me to show you love but ain't I tell you I was heartless
My main brother snaked me that's
some rubber bands
'cause that ain't gon' be enough to hold all this shit
Five hundred stuffed in these jeans
could've bought a house or something
favorite rapper ain't alive
When i take his soul
On the Low key
Police on me
Money on me
And they stuffed in these jeans
On the Low key
Police on me
Money
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