Lyrics:
got that big bag back pain
Taking the piss the only time I can't aim
So we toast to the good life
Living every minute to the full cos I could die
Summer nights
Twenty five
Talking until the morning rises
Blurry eyes
Focused on you
Focused on you
Yeah taking my hands
I'm touching your body
You
got that big bag back pain
Taking the piss the only time I can't aim
So we toast to the good life
Living every minute to the full cos I could die
day by day
And you know I'm here to stake my claim
And after that I'm finna BREAK the game
I ain't taking names because I really couldn't care less who
thinks it cool to ask permission
Never threw a soju party or lit tobacco
Eat some tacos get back to my own
Place and i just had to kept the mic on
Lights
bandits
I'd never be a slave I own my own masters
CrownedYung go get 'em give 'em just a little venom
She gave me head like Miss Bellum
I sent her back have
dreams to fruition
Speaking of fruit, I'm in Heaven
Mixing OG with lemon
On my reverend I was on my
Airport twenty saggin' my denim
Taking 747's to the UK
Lauky Beatz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general
And you already know the motto
So I'm back again
This time I'm with a certified
Duo in this ting if
(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Yo, back but I ain't seen you in a minute (what's up?)
I'm doing fine
Homicidal takers in my
and don't need mushrooms I don't wanna dance tripping all night long.
So I laid on the beach for so many times dreaming about coming back and keeping taking
pending case we taking risk so this shit still a go
I'm high as fuck I'm throwing back mo pills
Whenever I'm feelin low
They hyping up BIGTRAPPIN when my
Coop taking these pain killers
We just took two at a time
Niggas they spraying the wheel
They hitting whoever, if you in the ride
Nigga, I did this for
The one that explains the give and take of who handle rock
And pulled up a chair for all of who couldn't stand to watch
Like, fuck all the standing by
an angle
Back to the crib, bitch I'm tryna get you naked and bone
She's no angel, but with the blow she's a snow angel
The dangers of taking her home
She
sitting low, changed my fours to twenty three's
Fubu on my chest, platinum Roley under my sleeve
Riding V fucking twelves, keep the V-6
Me and Rich
sitting low, changed my 4's to twenty three's
FUBU on my chest, platinum Roley under my sleeve Riding V fucking 12's, keep the V-6
Me and Rich getting
No longer sitting low, changed my 4's to twenty three's
FUBU on my chest, platinum Roley under my sleeve Riding V fucking 12's, keep the V-6
Me
niggas really don't know me
I Chill on the side like your chrome be
Blowing up shit like the phone be
Do my dirt all by my lonely
Taking that cheese like
I'm a earth soldier.. we're here
We're here!
I'm here to umm announce that we're
taking names.. putting names on a list..
Thinking about.. what you
Yeah, you made bail boy
You need to stay your ass up out of trouble
Don't let me catch you back up in here man
Smoking on all them reefers
strictly by the rules of the old school
He must of knew he was fucking with a youngsta
But what he didn't know this youngsta be taking his ass under
must have sent you to be
By my side
Fresh and lovely (fresh)
Like a dream come true
I'll give anything
To spend the night with you
But I'm feeling
must have sent you to be
By my side
Fresh and lovely (fresh)
Like a dream come true
I'll give anything
To spend the night with you
But I'm feeling
taking you to no English restaurant, I'm embarrassed
When you're with twenty-nine you gotta learn some Spanish
Or work on your Italian, rich sex one K
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