Lyrics:
Smoking on a King Palm
My goonie gettin' of the jet
We posted in the circuit
G19 and a vest
Baby doll a red bone
Fendi down, but she love them
Nike,
(Grr)
(Gr GrrRrr)
Wit' my ninjas we be movin' up, it's our time, yuh (Tick tock)
Keep you posted up, on tha pole, let it shine, yuh (Shine up)
Little
speechless
Like no-star Sneetches, like
Brain cells sucked by leeches
Short Beach is the best bash
If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash
Be tall
through the park (park)
Candle light dinners by dark (dark), I'm thinkin' smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, crush and be up
Wait I think I've lost my way
I can feel it invade my veins
Bash my head till it goes away
Think today
I'll blow out my brains
Decaying all my goods
Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash,
Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash,
club
Down South, West Coast, East Coast club
Down South, West Coast, East Coast club
Baby, betta cut you a rug
[Phil Da Agony]
For my dimes, doves,
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
on
And I know that she be feeling me
[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
Complicate things for me
My baby you
For make i know if it lef o
No long thing
No long thing
Girl
Come closer
Come to me yeah
Make we fuck up oo
Make we mash
we finna get it baby
Young nigga ball with no limit baby
I'm still sliding in that civic baby
Three point switching up pivot baby
Cuz we bout
Mind on my money
Money on my mind
I'm a real nigga bitch raised by his mom
Run up on this load, I'm a let it fly
I'm a hit the road, look up in
Real nice bitch and she come from Haiti
Ion' block niggas I just DND baby
And I'll grinch ya, this 4.5 on my hip
It's a stickup
Put yo' blick up
Be by my
Baby, I'm a night racer, heartbreaker ready to attack
In a foreign on the highway we ain't looking back
Keep a baddie by my side
Chances are she's in
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
to you
Midnight mood
In the nude
Then we get some food
Roll one up, posted up
Layback kinda dude
I said
Whats your name
Whats ya sign
Hit my line, cool
vision 20/20 I just haven't missed yet
I been doing lotta thinking by my lonely
Stories aint adding up based on what you tellin me
Just know I'm onto
from being Slim but Im No limit soidier,
call up the homie Choo and tell em baby we live, im posted in the East, im right outside of We Live.,
So
I want them blue racks
Posted at the crib I'm by myself I'm rolling blue grass
I can't trust a bitch then I'd be down bad
I'm the type to make it flip
dimensions and that big
Ole loft I put my inches and dimensions in that
Big Ole mouth we woke up did it by the kitchen
And that big Ole couch I'm from
bitches on me
Vega Baby to the rescue
Sorry I had to just bless you
Squeaky clean like my record
Charged up like a Tesla
Sorry you can't hit this potent
My
I got some shit for you to come and get
I'm at the St. Regis up on Briar Oaks
Hit me when you done your shift
Woo, I see you doin' well, baby
Oh,
but I'm seein' right through her
I see how we the same but baby tryna show me up
Takin' pictures, sippin' Henny, on the 'Gram she posted up
She go out
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