Lyrics:
dip ish
Off catching big fish in the Chukchi
My head is harder than a Bowhead definitely
Hardheads stand on the wasteland
Pull on your waistband
I cant
drinking
It wont numb the pain
I got 30 in the backseat
40 in my waistband
50s in my clip
And I got 60 on the dash
I got 30 in the backseat
40 in my
Pull up, Louis V on my waistband
Saint Laurent call em toe taps
I’m in the cut
Flexin’ like I got money flowin’ in like the ocean
Girls, all them want me
waistband
Her friend had me first, now she saying she a big fan.
All these pretty faces
All these things i'm chasin
Fuck all of these games baby, i'm just
waistband
I was feeling I could say that
I was feeling I could say that
Yeah
I couldn't fight
But I wouldn't die on the back foot
You shouldn't give
we pop off
Keep my shit tucked in my waistband 'till I pop shots
Keep my shit tucked 'till I'm popping shots
Ain't no bitch gon tell me if I'm hot
Pink Gucci diamonds
Drippin from my waistband
I don't even know you, get up out my face man
Runnin' up these bands
Yeah I'm on the chase man
Linked
waistband
Got me like fuck
Fuckin with my farmers tan
I don't drive a truck
She be all up on my waistband
Got me like fuck
Fuckin with my farmers tan
I don't
insatiable, your flavor's divine
Here I am
Let's get this thing in motion
Make it hard to stand
Overdose my pills and potions
Thumbs in your waistband
Feels so
to have fun now
Phone down
Couple thousand in my waistband
Damn I'm feeling great man
Know they love to hate man
Fake man
Always reaching with the Same hand
bitches basic
I got a Glocky
Keep it tucked inside my waistband
All the time we spent together
That was wasted
Shorty looked at me, she can not even face it
faceplant
Straight down on the pavement
Blatant destruction
The love for a nation is lost through dilation
We making music for a lost generation
Waistbands
Ass on thick wit a slim waistband aw man (thick as fuck)
I know we used to fight but (we would fight we would fight yeah)
I wanna make it right
Girl I
You dont want no smoke with us yea we got the glizzy tuck in da fucking waistband we dont give a fuck if u running up then we gonna let it off if u
the eye
Don't test me
Unless you really wan die
Make yo bitch
Bend over
Beat it from the side
Got it in my waistband
Every time ride
Yah I been da top
"You Stupid, Nigga"
Pull up to the club, got that .22 on my waistband
Better not talk up, if he do, I'm gon' fucking spray him
Dissing on the gang
Faiz pants matching the waistband (Aha)
I see you stuck on the minimum (Bro you better get up)
Tour de France to success, driving with no hands (No)
No
I got my eyes on a new piece then I check it off
I'm with my slime in a two seat yeah we jetting off
Like I keep a pack by my waistband then I let
waistband
I don't think there's a thing I can say
So I fall to my knees and I pray
You're cold as ice
I thought this was
Temporary
Take a second to look
Christmas
With a Joyful Hanukkah
An expanding waistband
Babes in Toyland
Some Alka Seltzer
For that holiday sweater
All I know is that it's time to give
Say she wanna hop in
She like how we rocking
Tells me she what she wants
Like she wanna be an option
Tommy on my waistband
Making my deposit
I cannot
Walking just to buy a single
I could tear this bitch down
Probably work another double
Hi-Point tucked in my waistband
High to the point I'm in space, man
bajuband nirala
(And an enchanting armlet on his arms)
Pehri kamar kaundhani nyaari
(A magnificent waistband)
Pehri kamar kaundhani nyaari
(A magnificent
with the red light
Throw hands on the regular
Clean em on sight
Going ghost
Like a thief in the night
Big blade in my waistband
Clean em on sight
Going
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