Lyrics:
high and I'm well connected like wi-fi
Me and all of these wise guys, in the whip like it's gon' be a drive-by
Just to pull up in your face, blowing loud
still hating
And I had an ugly ass bitch but I went and upgraded
Look at yo whip buddy that shit outdated
I told you I love you only thing she said is
Every step we take becomes nothing but faded memories
I'm gassed up, operating off sour d and my blue dreams
We bleed deep; all the way into the soil
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take
know, this one time I was in the Bay
Hangin' out with some of my buddies, smokin' a blunt.
Everyone's getting highfy.
Me being the outsider I am,
came, I was too sad
Coulda built a whole middle school out in Trinidad
Funny guy probably goin' to hell 'cause he sin bad
Think like a billionaire,
heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Mama, I ain't that kind of guy
Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I
heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Mama, I ain't that kind of guy
Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I
heightened-states-of-awareness in this country. Did
You know that sir? Fuck no you didn't. *chuckles* I don't know. Blue, green, yellow, orange and red. Apparently
When
buddy post it waiting' in the shadows tryin' to blitz somethin
Every time you ask, it's a no, we don't miss, bruh
And every time I get behind the mic,
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
as metal fingers
Like I'm Vic Von Doom
The villain
Cold chilling under pressure little buddy
Spring the fly trap on em
And catch em slipping with the buggy
mine, the people say 999
How you gon' pull up and crash the party?
I'll put the slug in your ass little buddy
How you gon' steal from your lil nigga?
How
of the drugs I'm a hell of a guy
She said I'm too litty, can tell by my eyes
I'm moving forward, don't wanna rewind
Don't wanna money, don't wanna waste time
You
'm yo boss
We is not buddy buddy
I work hard for my checks
I don't wanna get lucky
Hush hush child
Don't cry
Hush hush child
The devil can't hear you
Hush
Hours fucking later, I'm in a bed with my underwear by my head
He came right through the door, ready to get between my legs
I felt a big, hard, rod
Hey, hey, brown sugar
Let me tell you, chocolate bunny, you're a looker
By the look of it, you're looking for some good love
And since I got a sweet
they say I’m too gully
When we out in public I’m never too buddy
Opps in the city and shit could get ugly
Bullets make you pussy niggas say you love me
on TV
Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife
How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the Autobahn swervin', drivin'
sweat and blood
Verse 1:
Yo my fingers bloody, my boots are muddy, my brain is fried
A northern country boy we're tougher than the average guy
I
Almost all of my life every day and every night
The only thing that I could think of
Was doing all I could do to find me a true blue
A foxy little
As I strolled on by someone grabbed my arm and said
"buddy where do you stand"?
I said "I stand wherever I choose my friend
And you best let go of my
rhymes in my mind
And over time I intertwined
All these blessings I can find
Your sight
Shouldn't stop you guys from pressing on your grind
Cuz there's
With blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shabang
I know one thing, police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin' me
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