Lyrics:
Buttermilk biscuits
We both made from scratch
You don't know what you're missing
Can't get into that
I can't see you from this distance
Call you,
a couple
Maybe one day we’ll be stumbling home
I can see us working, never know for certain
But it doesn’t hurt to give it a go
Gin and tonic
Name a more
old life, lil' nigga, ain't no more trapping
On to bigger things, even better
We could do it solo, or we could do it together
Like mouse nigga, we gin
She hit me up almost everyday
Wine in the glass we buy it by the bottle
And she gets a pass to the show 'cuz she looks like a model
Our vibe is a lift
Sippin' on gin, reminiscing all night
Blowin' them bands by the day, baby
I just bought me a new K, baby
Let 'em know I'll spray, baby
Let 'em know I
after we do what we gon' do get ya purse and get together
Because now you gots to ride out, bitch
Oh 'Cris, can you do it again, that's what they
All opps get popped like a zit
Got a pack in my room, I'm just trying to sneak it in
Running on gas I need more
But the lemon head is tweaking by store
Mo
You know?
I can catch a tiger
By the toe
Make Em holler cut
Em throat
What I know?
I don’t even know no more!
I got Gin and Juice in my left
Big
Sippin' on some Gin
'cause every day is tha weekend
[Celly Cel]
Slide by the store, pull out them big faces
We livin' today, we gettin' drank by
can't promise you more than that
Might have fell
But I had to get up
Can't be falling forever
Had to protect my heart
No more feeling under the weather
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
top
I move like da cartel
Link up we aint talkin on cells
You know I get tha pack by tha mail
Fed Ex leave da pack by tha stairs
Know dis shit gettin
of strangers
We're prisoners in darkness
Rats in a cage with anger
And hunger to fuel our rage
More of the same each bloody day
Best you should stay out of our
and
We'll play a little gin
We'll have another rye and
We'll play another gin
And then we'll have another rye just
To get a little glow
Have another rye just
the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncing
Ninety doing faking with kissing on the couching
Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain
But that's how we get another doggy dogg
bouncin'
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Boo to the ouchin', more a fountain'
But that's how we get anotha Doggy Dogg housin'
This
girl, I will allow you
Baby girl, I'm sorry, learned it from my mami
After her, who else I'm gonna bow to?
Together, look we lit up every time we get
get caught, you wack together we fought
'Cause I can't see my melons boxing if he's not boxin' with 'em
I don't care who started it, I'm gonna be
Gin, Boone's Farm, '
Get ya cup and shut the fuck
We 'bout to party up
And sip and chug and drink
'Till somebody pass out or throw up
Bubble guts,
CATEGORY-O
Let's get down, to the underground spiritual game
We all sing together, play music together in happiness
All you have to do is sing what I play
and money go together
Loved her since I first met her
If you touch her I get jealous
She do just what I tell her
She my girlfriend so we sleep together
/ a whole case, my friend/ we want gin too/ already feeling the buzz/ get more Spin as well/ for this crazy girl/
Koortjie 1
Kom saam in/ kos ma min/ ôs
the gin
Get more fucked up than Berlin
Nah, I like Germans
Clock hit nine it signals us
Party starting thus we must
Call the rides in them we trust
So we
night
She gets freaky
She wants no love
She want to be tie
And get so high
Gin in table
bottle on the ground
And here we go
Run run every
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