Lyrics:
she wants me to stay
Yeah, I have some problems but you throw 'em away
And all things feel fine 'til you're one inch away
We were making out heavy, it
off
Nuh matta how me ram it
And me jam it bawlin stop
Yuh tun professional
Cah me cum bout three time already
Yuh want it bak
You a hunt mi yaad
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
That was nice, Uncle Max
So was that song about Sara
I know that didn't end so great
I'm sorry, Lex
I guess it's my turn to not want to talk about
And the second that I touched her I already it over
Then I reached for her wrist, but her skin so cold
It burned me up inside knowing I can't feel her soul
Told my
and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
tal'n bout, switch everything nigga
Paint switching, no teams
We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
drama you come with
I swear you on some shit
Whether it's morphine or cocaine
Doja or dog food
They had these marks for Tre and Max
Fuckin' off
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
13 inch daytons
Chromed out, top down
Watch the sparks fly when it hits the ground
[First Verse]
Hop in the blue '6-3 impala SS
300 horses put it
its a bold notion
That everything continues to flow with the motion
Rub it in line lotion, the end is approaching
Think its a game we'll try to use your
Hoover dam. Typhoons the plan
Caught up the river without a paddle, better use your hands
Raging rapids tactics. Water too rough to kayak it
End your world
It locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes
They spend
On me all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
20 inch rims on my Enzos
Bitches is
inch of the verb
Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
Better believe it (please believe it)
Hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting
huh!)
Ain’t dropped a song in a while !.. (Dang!)/
Traphouse bounce ! Watch it come in by the count, I doubt that we gone see a drought !,
I come from
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
I ever do it never ends well
I got my bags ready Imma take a trip to Hell
Oh wait nevermind I was already there
Feeling of dispair they were always
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 Shh
Counting 1, 2, 3
Are you ready for me
I've been searching every inch
And every corner for you
Who's been hiding out
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