Lyrics:
here rocking Nikes
Smoking sour out the wood and this henny got me feeling right
Everything imported I aint tripping bout the price
Shorty bad from over
s**** disgusting
Man that s**** disgusting
Bad bitches on me, you can call me Hugh Hefner
She tryna grind on my wood, Ryan Sheckler
I'm tryna d*** her
her for a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the linsie-o
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the greenwood sidie-o
She leaned her back up against
Hahahahahahaahhahahahah
It's Clay Raw on the track man
It's Clay Raw and my flow is ridiculous
In the club with the Glick inconspicuous
When it comes
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die
The dawn crept into by room
And stole my dream
Now I'll never know
Just what it means
Or what could have been
Yet still I try to lie
But I'm
feeling Good
Ah
Rolling woods
I'm getting high
Paper planes be flying by
Let movie
Take you on ride I'm
Writing rhymes I'm getting by
The Ganja got me so
Bitch I'm that guy
Bitch I'm that fly
Got like five up in the wood bitch I'm that high
Please don't ask why I got all this cash by
Been giving them
come for me to die.
By a lake in an open part of the Eternal Woods
Noon
["The one eyed old man had told him of a lake. Its bottom uniting with
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
'bout who I am, could've been a mess with borderline
I got a moral compass tho I'm not sure what's the border line
Like Spain and Portugal, when
Like I'm Deion once the sirens start
Ring ring by the park, my pants keep falling
I hop the fence easy (uh)
They stopped chasing, damn, my ID dirty
hey
And I'mma beat it, I'mma flip it
Before u see it, I done did it, ya, ya
I know everytime she passes by
Every man around her goes like ""ai ai
flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over
Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make
like a teen
Wish I could kill you that way you'd only
Exist in my memory
The idea of you could never be spoiled by
Your immaturity
Wish I could feel you
a straw
You can say my shit is flawed
Just know they can't knock me off
I speak a different language like I came from Portugal, Venezuela, or Kabul
I profit
Little cabin in the wood
Little man by the window stood
Little rabbit hopping by
Knocking at the door
Help me help me sir
he said
Before the farmer
They found him in a cabin in the woods, Broken
Bordered in by nails and some wood, plank wood
They snuck in through the back door, hinge broke
Saw
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car, drove far
Far's too
Yeah, Josh D
Like the drug dealers, man she like the way they party
Walking in the building and I'm staring at her body
She rubbing on my wood while
I doubled down, then I doubled up
Ran my money up, I made it double Dutch
I gotta sweet tooth for the cookies stuff it inna wood
Only thing that’s
the cut
And I be rolling the wood
And if I stop to dap you up
You Know it's all good
I'm the man with the plans
No it just don't stop
And every day every
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