Lyrics:
then I lick my fingers
Well every morning I deliver the news
Black hat white shoes and I'm red all over
She's got a big mailbox, that she puts up
on Tim Duncan, 360° on ya bitch's face
Jump in the rental with the Maryland tags
Don't make me go inside the traveling bag
Come out the Chapel then,
vultures
Nope, no I don’t know pilots
Nigga I know pirates
Violence the islands
Shout out to my idrens
Put your hands up like it’s a mother fuckin’
they always ask for more
Than we do
So fuck you
We out here strugglin'
We out here strugglin'
So put a drink in the air
For the college girls
It's no surprise I overslept
Put my boots on and climbed out my tent
I didn't see you
Assumed you were sleeping
Immediately started a fire 'cause
hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love?
Who
getting Koast II Koast
You know we chilly most always going out for broke
We put that Southern California life style on them
And make them freedom songs
Vanessa called all the way from Toronto
She said that I could count on her
If ever I was down and out
After I put the phone down
I played
still put up them flags
Out in the jungle, sneak on a nigga, them bullets playing tag
No one is getting past
Taking out your comrade
If you come across
there got to be
Another way out
Maybe take a scenic route
Nope
Let's contemplate about all these voices scream and shout
Roll a J and then I roll out
foot out
I learned whatever you put in
You get out Go hard with it
Versace couches in the trap house true story
Forget a bando we trapping up outta 2
might be wrong baby it'll turn out somehow
I'm alive inside inside this coffin
Your nails driven down too deep
And I need someone to pull me out
Or put
pounds but now these diamonds on me glisten
I been shooting on your block had me feeling like I'm pippen
So I hopped out and put some benjis in the safe
from the sto'
Fifty-cents & weight
I can't snitch up on the folks
I don't need no weed from a fan
They smokin out do'
Put a nigga on a white tee for no
running my pace
If you swerve in my lane
You just spit in my face
Like you paid your rent after being kicked out
I put you back in your place
Y'all gone
the type to be honest
Oh ya oh ya
You the one i waited for all my life, i got you oh baby
You just came out of nowhere kanjalo, my lovie stay with me
a chance just to find out he's lame
Now he's out there bookin bitches I cuz I put him onto game
Out here slanging bitches that he wouldn't even claim
New
Talking to bro about some real life shit, like shit
Cops still really out here treating niggas like shit
It ain't nothing new, nah it's just not
sprees ball out dior
Put you on to a new world
This that elite shit
You know my vibe they want it
But my vibe they can't get
But are you loyal baby
Can
it out she put her head around
Had to see if she had the best head in town
Nothing to eat so my stomach was weak I got to it so I’m feeling better now
what's this feeling inside, thats coming out
the page is blank my pen is down
im working it out
i put the pen on the paper, but it wouldn't move
but
Haven’t you heard you can’t buy love
Shit you can hardly pay attention
I call you out you put walls up
Why are you always so defensive?
Told you come
racks now yeah yeah I be god damn shorty Wallin out she driving fast now super faded nigga fucking lost count I just moved my new bicth in and put my old
My n***a I’m feeling blessed, a young nigga flew off the nest
Put on I give out the best
Moving through life with a bit of love, you moving through
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