Lyrics:
trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do
a break today)
(How do you spell relief?)
Where'd you get that funk from?
Yeah!
Take it to the bridge, hahaha
Let's take it to the stoop?
This is
Enough to get the latest Roc, newest Glock, and old Jordies
Some how, some way
We gon' make it up out the hood someday
Some how, some way
We gon'
time but I
Done been on some first flights
These bitches know how we get it
I get it my first night
While you was doing homework
We was tryna get that
Just so Pittsburgh, man
So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it
nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how
told you all
about, remember? By the way, it was Nassau Bahamas and not Jersey where the Traveller's rest was, see!
So, there we were, standing
We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes
Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're
ahead it's all fine
(Go ahead it's all fine)
Cause we ain't get the memo
Switched up on who? Changed up how?
Yall niggas lame y'all hoes wild
Want
this shit real quick
I'm fucked up - I get lit and shit
Like - "Fuck drugs; Imma vent some shit"
"Hi, what's up - Cardigan just slid by"
Lemme slide with
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya, how to get rich nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how
my friends 'cause it's just how we were made
And with every passing day life is feeling great
Sippin' warm Baja Blast even God knows I fucking ate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll want to get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to press no
Get fucked
ride
Free flock this not gon stop til my uncle is off of that rock and free keem first Band that I touch get a Glock it's coming with a beam
Got
It looks like a jacka
I guess they want to get me fo car today
But this ain't Tim
So I'ma show him a harda way
To not to fuck wit the E
And dat ain't
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
much we got (we got)
To see how much we got (we got)
Pull it up sit up get up and count your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you want to get
get it get it in them jeans
The club is so packed they on my lap and in between
My team is on chill VIP is how we run it
Bottle after bottle miss lady
in the coupe and
And that bitch gon' get ready fast
Turbo, intake upgrade
As if it wasn't already fast
Just started this bitch up
And my neighbors is
respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me
'Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I
the Bart, you've gotta get funky!
That's how you move, bring it on back
That's how you move, bring it on back
That's how you move, bring it on back
nuts that's what you get
when you leta nigga lick that clit
do you like it?(yeah)
want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah)
from the ceiling
To the flo
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