Lyrics:
He traded me John Madden for
-I don’t remember the name
But it was weak though
The streets though, they play with perico
So Tito became my hijo, he had
Fuck the police, fuck SARS
(Fuck 12)
Fuck Five-O, Fuck cops
Man I gotta leave, think I'm maxed out
Djaji gotta dip like class out, shawty wanna tip with
You said: "Eight o'clock an' don't be late."
I said: "I won't: I just can't wait."
Nine-fifteen, I'm wonderin' where you're at.
Hey, baby, what's
getting it in
Fuck Valentine's Day
Every thing about this day is cheap and cheesy
First of all L O V E legs open very easy
Take you personal
How You give it
It might be 5 or 6 o' clock eastern time then
I'm staying in, later going out with friends
One of my friend say damn boy where you been
I been dealing
need a clue
Where the tape where the rope where the glue
Gotta get it back together and soon
Or it's o v for me and I'm doomed
Pain hits with a different
be limoin'
Rest in peace to the dead, bring that white widow in
Chiddy's '90s baby, it ain't gold and shiny baby
She been tryin' to buy me lately
Got
just came to party
Oh oh ooh oh, I just came to party
Oh oh ooh oh, I just came to party
Grind don't stop, I'm on top
Liquor closes 9 o
You Jokers don't even know what
Half these riddles is if I was a wild boy I
Could pass a Blue's Clue
But they don't call me Steve-o so
I guess it's boo
all the five-o
Gotta get my mind gone, somebody pass me a C Cutt
Currently trippin', think I need a man, nobody ever needed us
I see the opps with
carnt hold a single conservation,
what were you saying again??
Something about the drinks??
Thats right getting pissed is just not enough anymore
Let me
turn it to an Uber (Skrrt)
I don't fuck with L's if you a lame then you a loser (Yay)
Money, cars and shows its the only way I'm moving (Yay)
All my
go, they gone come for me
Everyone aint deserving your company yeah
Them people is raunchy
Them streets is jumanji
Surrounded by felons, police ,
pussy nigga I'm like Mickey Mouse
Don't come with a short Pablo make me kick out out the house
Nigga gave a front, almost died all over a ounce
Nobody
Nae nae that's the new thing poppin'
Got your girl over here in the corner and she jockin'
All you gotta do is put your hands up and walk it
Don't be
Stop they put no in a box and the box got hot now they back in the spot
Another hit straight from the waste click Thats gon rock tell them pros take
All we do is blow gas
She don't want me pulling out
Because all this damn clout
From the bacc lil bitch
Make an O wit yo mouth
Got no time for you
forms
While they been sitting to piss
My weed imported: shit is foreign
And I'm smoking a zip
I hear like Horton
Write like Pusha Thornton, H.O.V
Don't care for bullshit imma stay sane
My minds on runa runaway train
That push and pull give me a migraine
My minds on runa runaway train
J
red shoe to bring him down
Take a painted-on smile
And turn it upside down
Take a sock
Full o' rocks
Kill a clown
Soon the cops were on my trail
They
Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job
Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you
time for games
I got ice in my veins
For real
Man I'm zoned out
No doubt bruh
Yeah
And you can tell by the way that I play
That I ain't bout playing no
shooters, eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman")
You
But we don't need no ego beef, when p-o-v
Is party only vibrations, we go deep
Until we over everything, gliding
Excited, as our wings widen
Free
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