Lyrics:
diamonds boy
Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads
The other one is from a different city
Baby girl why you gotta be so pretty
But this one is from a different state
I've opened my heart chakra so I've opened
you realize you've got a gold mine here
Go out and buy yourself a leather couch"
And that was good advice, good advice
Good advice costs nothing
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
guess im just to hot
damn ive been to friendly
Its time to take the spot
Ive got that summer time
Summer time sadness
Su - su - summertime
Summertime
Started a fire
Got you in my lungs now
I'll learn speak your native tongue
A California sunrise
It feels like I've been living inside a dream
Intoxicated by
as the dogs proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove
Long as Milly proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove
I'm a G, I'm a Don, I'm a soldier (I'm
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
it will work out
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees
So, don't get me wrong, it's not that I knock it
It's
me
I'm dun came to conclusions
These hoes ain't shit but pussy
These hoes, they do nothing good
You do what they do, say how could he? I got a problem
been plenty long nights where I've just sat feeling numb
Nothing but and empty bottle yo I'm needing someone
And I done felt a lot of feelings that
my downfall
I could levitate, til the ceiling break
Head straight for my space, til i find god
I saw, nothing in the dark, but a lost boy
Looking for
Thanks to your existence I'm uplifted and I'm blessed
Forever grateful, You're my angel and I've got no words left to express
Every sentence I have written
Fresh the OG, now it's a G.O.
Got the squad in this bitch case it pop off
Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I've been rich since the Hot Boys
Bad
own music, no more wishing
Doing nothing is something I won't be missing
Boy, work hard you could do it
Take the the first step, you have to pursue it
getting my name up
Paranoid tweaking, every day I'm getting followed by the same trucks
Nothing but Backpack Boyz and my matte black toy in my back pack,
Knotted pockets big bank rolls
Skinny jeans and G-fazo's
Niggas throw shade on the low
It ain't nothing to me though, woah
I've been through the high's
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
need to be lonely
And I know that you got me too, boy
Ooh, when you're all by yourself baby
I got you
If you need someone, call baby
I got you
There's
for my generation
Doomsday going beast mode, ain't no adaptation
Yeah ugh
So make no assumptions
Boy I'm great with abundance
Keep the fam by my side
that Eastside shit
We ain't nothing nice
Ain't nothing nice
I've been doing this shit
Boy keep yo' advice
Keep yo' advice
I ain't got no time to wait
of his window
There that bitch is right there just
Out there takin' a stroll
They looked at each other and froze
But got up really slow
"Which one is he
looking out the window
Of my blue bucket as I do a drive by
Slow down to take my shot cause that booty lie
See you got that thing that make me go (Mmhh)
I
heart
Ooh pa you broke her heart
Well the years rolled by
And 'fore we knew it
Our sister got married and moved out west
I stayed with ma, 'cause
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