Lyrics:
Its the shamrock suburban
Hand cooked kiss the codeine curtain
What I spent last week with the ice on my T
Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea
One day, we fell out of love
Two weeks, that shit still hit rough
Gone three months, you found another one
Four pills just ain't enough
Five times,
in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
ridiculous
Cause back in the days
Hold on let me tell you a story from way back
Way back before Daylyt got his face tat
When all you had was your fucking five
hang leave the partyyy yea
It's two AM in LA
Missed my flight back by the way
Guess I gotta fucking stay
Roll up to another day
Don't remember yesterday
U got the whole dance floor
She gone pop one time for the G
Left side two steps follow me
Fuck it up three days in a week
Lit from head to the toe
two years five months and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
Awoke me up the ways
When I was 18 I sold pot, about a quarter pound to half a pound a week
I also worked 70 hours a week or so, about one day off every two week period,
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
G5
c week or two only shared between them
Dm C
cn' it felt so close to a meant-to-be heaven
Chorus:
all my bitches by the twos
First time in V12, she was hangin' out the roof
My VVs ice cream, I didn't even have to scoop
Got the whole universe in my
was Chris
Ian and Joe came in at week five
About a month before Chris left
Left, heh
And the people upstairs
We could hear them, but we never saw them
I’m 2-TONE born and raised in Roc City
Kodak took the picture but it wasn’t always pretty
I’m like Snoop Dogg yes back in the day
How he brought out
We got 5 days in my workin' week
And 48 pints in the week-end
I don't have to call in sick
For two whole days, what a bargain!
Me and the boys gonna
real (I can take you all around the world)
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black
talking Miami's own
Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade)
(Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day
(Say it right) paid
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
(yeah)
Louis V shades just to hide my cold heart
(Oh oh)
Never did drive-bys
'cause I'm born to get this money my side
Found the shawty I would die by
I
to stay awake
The young kid found a brand new way
To feel real great the whole damn day
If he took two of his life changing pill
Everything felt better,
She was so fine so fine
It took me 5 months
Just to get to know your name
5 weeks
To show you I ain't playin' games
5 days
For you to even let
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
lost
I try to keep it together, never felt this way
We spent 'bout two weeks together, only skipped one day
And they say, "bros over hoes," I'm like,
Nails on fleek
Fit on fleek
Flexing on them bitches every day of the week
Louis V
Double G
Girl you flee
Them Fashion Nova jeans make that booty look
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