Lyrics:
on Kool Aid
I'm pushin' that hoop-dee
But Iâ??m stackin' that loot â?? $Chang
*Chorus *
Gotta park it ready man, Gotta rock it steady man,
Gotta get that
Admire the view,perspective,sunshine on my face,Fruit that I taste
Sunshine burning my eyes,Squinting like a anime guy.
Cool And so breezy, I smoking
as soon as you're around me I'm already tripping up
'Cus I got no cool, no clue
Kind of obsessed
I'm gonna have to
Heart beating a million miles a minute
slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your
the booth?
That'd be cool, I'd much prefer flight with my Zion eye
Any bottled water I touch instantly ionized
Empty lots that I see. Is still an empty lot
I'm
baby, you're my fire
Warm and wet each kiss is prolonged
This sweet caress that makes Rock T strong
Just being with you and seeing the two of us
visit.
Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.
A-heh.
Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
I made those deposits.
Okay
visit.
Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.
A-heh.
Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
I made those deposits.
Okay
all night long?
50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond
Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb?
Sadq keep it cool and calm with
and says
License and registration, please
I looked up at him and said officer is there something wrong
He said no, except you were doing 85 in a 60 mile
the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Yea rest In Peace Lil Naughty
Fuck you bitches, Coppers yea, You laughing
Now is the time to stop
(I, I, I,
see first of all homey we the shit
And all that other nonsense you other niggaz pop is irrelevant
I rock the shit that's hot but got the ice to cool
don't shop on my hit list
'cause I can be a witch if
They music is cool, and it can calm the savage beast
Then we got plenty of beats for
had
I rock this, crooked smile, barely sane by default
Hear the whispers; and take it with a grain of the salt
Whether on this Earth we walk on,
under the heat, I'm tryna be cool, but bummer
Any test, cut-off's ninety, to my parents or I'm cut-off
Fat books never re-issued, grinding too hard, tears
Everybody act cool, I won't even pretend
Pull up at the bully's house, I might make a new friend
Yeah, Imma do me until the party ends
My lack of attention,
Slowly rock up to the club
Alongside the flashy cars
Open the door, the strong smell of cheap lager
Wafts for miles far
Still
We stride up, all
Slowly rock up to the club
Alongside the flashy cars
Open the door, the strong smell of cheap lager
Wafts for miles far
Still
We stride up, all
got my own
But I ain't built this here alone
My people be holding me down
Do you hear the sound
It's victory playing for miles
I won't let my fears get
Trynna keep quiet breathing through my nose and
Now I'm sleeping restlessly on a bed of stones
Trynna keep cool in the crowded room
My mind is
a money getting nigga all I care about is racks
I'm a money getting nigga
Main reason she going to fuck with me
Stick be by my side
I swear that bitch be
(FreeSwaggaer For The Streets)
You Know It
(Swaggaer Music)
Hit My Baby Danny Got Me Plugged In
You Can Tell By My Swagg That -That Crud In
My
it much
But what about all those years
Of squeezing on a twin size bed
All the 3 AM's in tears
Unpacking baggage by the pool
And tossing rocks up
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