Lyrics:
like a candles wick
You'll get burnt like a spliff or a calorie
Your mind is adrift from reality
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Who's after? Better come harder
I
gotta have it like the song that's after Otis
January's coldest and been sharper than meat cleavers
Got two senoritas lapped up in a two seater
Both
the genie did Aladdin
How I turned to villain killed my happy ever after
Just another story of a bastard
Just another story of a slacker
Held captive by his
I got the juice
On my body and my shawty sip heavy she on forty two
We on forty deuce
Rolling round the city hate to see it now they looking for
engine cutoff
One, two minute and forty seconds
Columbia now thirty-nine nautical miles altitude
Forty-two nautical miles downrange
Columbia you're
engine cutoff
One, two minute and forty seconds
Columbia now thirty-nine nautical miles altitude
Forty-two nautical miles downrange
Columbia you're
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
takes me out
I don`t need no doctor, I don`t need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oh to drink
[E-40]
Seein two`s and three`s
Highly
pursuit
Of naythin but legs open after two
So I hops in my coupe and I'm after a
Bitch in a '92 Acura
Straight up and you know I'm down
I'm up in em
pursuit
Of naythin but legs open after two
So I hops in my coupe and I'm after a
Bitch in a '92 Acura
Straight up and you know I'm down
I'm up in em
it, just going to have to make shit happen on my own, first step is after I force my ass out of this bed
[Verse 2]
Ghostwriter got ghosted, you can
could shut my eyes
And sleep here
People rushing by
Out the corner of my eye
A kaleidoscope of bloom
A mirror broke in two
A thousand little
Imma need them 40 acres now
A place to skate for the kids with
A lake and a fence bruh
Imma need them 40 acres now
Seen too many people in my city
to heaven and leads to holy thoughts and principles
This armour does not lead to realization of Manthra
Unless it is read forty thousand times by
of smokin'
Open for pussy pokin'
Clown but we ain't jokin'
2 pound of weed token
Beep me at 12 noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves 'cause you
and stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the forty ouncers
Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors
Class clown
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
had a minute to wait
Two hands would dive for a Colt forty-five
One hand would come up too late, too late, too late
"Go for your gun", was the outlaw's
But don’t run
Because once you stop chasing after funds
The funds will chase you & turn to sums
(verse 2)
A Yo this that straight king shit
Don’t sit
And pronto I need it now
Before you bounce
You going big on me
Happy for you now
I up the Forty
Put it to your mouth
Recording sideway's
Trapping out the south
Snoop:
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Chorus: Snoop [Repeat x2]]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck
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