Lyrics:
to jest styl
Drogie baggie duże paki nie do podjebania sznyt
Mam pluga na dobry skun i mam plug na twoją bitch
Chyba dorastam nie lubię ludzi i całego
You're not a bro you're just a hoe with bad intentions
Destroy my family but still I never said no
You got me stabbed over a baggie of some yayo
Put me in
and her friends bad
Living wild nigga Baghdad
Pour the baggie on the iPad
I've been clean for a while, though I say it all the time
Clean mind clean style,
back in
Hand me the baggie and with it hand me the cup
Bouta smoke till it's sappy and maybe drink till I'm drunk
She getting laffy no taffy I think she
she hustle for a bigger baggie
I'm just trying to keep it real with you
Kick back and chill with you
I'm trying to vibe
She's trying to vibe
I'm
free
I know what you think
But I'm your necessity
Just stayin' your couch
Burning all the shit
While we sitting on a slouch
Put the baggie in the pouch
it hundred
But I ain’t tripping off a goddamn thing
Cause when the baggie gets low, you know the drama that brings
Yeah that’s when you know who’s
the things that I professed in
Told me I’d be blessed in
Got the baggie plus the check in
So ill Doctor told me to check in
Game of chess not checkers
And I’m
tempo al massimo vi piscio e passo
Sai che di me non sai proprio nada ma rimedierò
Hittami nei dm per la preve del mio show
O
K
Baggie di seta salto nel
slept
On the floor
Baggie clothes was chubby
Cheap grey shell toes
Doubt gone kill your spirit
Motavachion only
I fuck your bitch like Melvin
You can’t be
I rock a nylon pick and a baggie full krylon tips
The world will flip when they feel my style on this shit
No challenger has ever stepped to a star
beam
Braid to the left, straighter than the rest
Bellbottoms pass the test
Pinstriped sweater, somewhat short-sleeved
Covered by another, baggie
that you can smell the loud in my hair
I peeped the baggie and it peeped me back
It said "oh snap go get a wrap
I feel your brain is heavy and I'll help
to the system
Now just a word of caution 'fore you listen
(Nah, nah, nah, play that shit)
Grip like a parasite
Six hundred Fahrenheit
My baggie known to pack
catch me now
I don’t get my mind off you
I don’t feel anything now
I don’t need anybody but this baggie and a plug
I don’t need nothing but the shit
to the face and I’m loving my living
When I had no fucking paper and my bank account was zero
I might have to grab a baggie and then roll up to the dealer
You
Baby-talking, titty-flaunting scratch that itch
Bat my lashes acting like I need your help
Turn around and go do it myself
Put some Natty in my baggie, I come
everlasting, like cancer
Rhythm, poise and posture, like a dancer
Drag them to the depths like the kraken has grabbed ya
Quit looking at the baggie as answer
No
on
Six of them four of us, know I need two of 'em
Stay with a baddie, know I got a few of 'em
Seven in a baggie, it's a half when it's two of 'em
It's
the inner west and rides a Vespa
I left a baggie and cash on the dresser
Wait, hmm
Ain't nothing personal just business
Wait
Crooks and Wizzle been
As blue magic
They tried to cut me out
And split me up
I found the hole
And now you need a new baggie
Like they grabba puffin’
Lines punch em drunken
Got
What What What
Like what what what
And she call me Pablo
I call her Tati and I love her Body
And I got the best plug
Skywalker OG zipped up in a Baggie
four on the floor
And a bottle on the dash
I got the baggie and more
Yeah, they're hiding in the back
I'll be coastal by the morning time
Cuz everyone
seen the best of him
Now here’s the rest of him
Ok now let me take this chance
To do my song and dance
Inside my baggie pants
I had to take a stance
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