Lyrics:
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She pours us out onto the carpet
Counts us all then holds us tight
Then she puts us back in one by one
Blows a kiss then she says good night
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine
straightened, every single time we spin a bend
Heard they wanted some smoke, way it blow, 'lil boys turn into fans
Get put to bed talkin' mighty
Tuck in my sons
too
fast to
Like a thug
Rolling another blunt
Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup
What up
Money on my mind
Sometimes
doin good
You movin' on thru
too
fast to
Like a thug
Rolling another blunt
Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup
What up
Money on my mind
Sometimes
doin good
You movin' on thru
Got me howling at the full moon (awoo)
Love the way you look at me
Blow me like a tumbleweed
Hold me down and wrangle me
Tie me up and set me free
Good evening friends and blessin's
We're continuing our lessons
Is our hist'ry such a myst'ry
No this won't be on the quiz, see
If you give some
pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
Motherfucker, you not dope
a soldier, poppa was a preacher
That's a bible & a rifle, tell me that don't make believers
How do you get freedom
By evening the odds
Every evening she was
back
My Cardiar Savoir-Faire
I was born round I could never die square its like that...
The Jack:
Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs
Hit the mini matchin
Wrist and my neck worth five or six figures
Anything she wants she knows that I can get it
Watch how you speak on my name
Your ex boy is not in my lane
Do I look like a slut?
Uh, huh, shut up
You know, I don't understand
Why everyone keeps calling us sluts
Me neither, I'm a good girl, yeah, me
Do I look like a slut?
Uh, huh, shut up
You know, I don't understand
Why everyone keeps calling us sluts
Me neither, I'm a good girl, yeah, me
Do I look like a slut?
Uh, huh, shut up
You know, I don't understand
Why everyone keeps calling us sluts
Me neither, I'm a good girl, yeah, me
your true colors
Or a colorful coat show your true brothers
Some blood can be replaced by some good water
I know there's that one cousin that you just
shit with no melody on the back
No creativity and no sound on the pack
I don't blow up on this shit
Fuck the industry's shift
It's useless and dead
Gotta
Whatever, whatever you need, let a nigga know
I could, shit I'd be right over there
Look G, it ain't too late man, 'aight
Let me come pick you up
need a clue all I need is my two friends yah
Yes Im going coo coo with no co co puffs
Don't be surprised if the show blows up
I'm dynamite with
be scrapping up crumbs nigga
I was taught to hustle ever since I was you nigga
Momma told me be anything except for a dumb nigga
Yea, don't try
Poppa:
Everybody c'mon, clap your hands, let's have a good time!
All:
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
There's a light at the end
made this world, These fuck boys tryna save this world
I'm street smart, Never Made Parole, Fucked a few hoe's from Cicero
Giver her good dick, Never
of the strongest troops
Johnny test we in the lab
Super powers in the booth (Aye)
Blow me like a clarinet
Imma pipe her like a fruit (God damn)
I got scars but they
going fast
Better than I thought, boy it's tricky
The mind like a toy, head a widget
The body is a puppet and it's spinning
Oh wait you a hero geta cape,
A whole lot of time is what I invest
Perfect that craft then its on to the next
Shehawnee said chill boy you need a lil rest
But I can't rest a lot
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