Lyrics:
you shining
But I got lean in my styrofoam
Crazy my mind gone
Going thru the motions
I Know some shit get yo mind blown
Mixed by the ocean I'm drifting
you shining
But I got lean in my styrofoam
Crazy my mind gone
Going thru the motions
I Know some shit get yo mind blown
Mixed by the ocean I'm drifting
Hold it up let my lil one right here roll it’ up
Heart cold As fuck From all da times police froze up
Empty as fuck pork chops and rice for lunch
Poppa and our baby girl
That was our whole world, yo (still here)
This is for our fallen stars
Inspired by the poets, revolutionaries
And activists from
Juice the capo
On the fucking mic man
It's Issa Gold here man, you know
UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move
My nigga shoutout my nigga Big Tigger
when I hit yo shit danger
Multiple rounds when the caliber spit
Like my folks BO I mash on tracks to get the paper
Money by the ton stack the loot
night
We ain't gon' ever admit to it that's right
Yo friend a dime
Tell her to come thru we in the tub by nine
We get on the yacht and I
Make you feel
don't wanna horn ta honk
And I don't want a smile ta crack
You do that shit I bet we ain't gon be smilin back
We might just swerve on yo ass straight up
workin with
I came here with my dick in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool
And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this
they cannot put me down
Yo ass need to chill for you end up in the pound
Got pockets so fast they burn
Kush make ya feel right and learn
Cant stress none
two the ladies love dub cuz I ain't forcing'em too their characters outdated Pepe Le Pew. All you dudes on yo fancy shit let me see if you can dance
on)
Left you on yo' own
Girl, tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded, I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
on my style shit
I kill you and everyone by a mile bitch
I ain't fuckin with nobody unless they fuckin with me
Boi I'm talking
Keep it walking
Yeah I'm
a whole lotta booty
Dirty talkin' mommy, yeah, you doin' somethin' to me
Round after round, we go on and on
This right here, another nasty song
Ain't shit
I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood
ain't shit over here sweet but this coochie
And yeah nigga this that Jordy flow
To my haters that be watching
Come enjoy the show
Another day, another
He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?"
He was right -- by now they should be embalming me
But the shit don't seem to be
her its a wrap and I ain't talking 'bout saran
This shit here invite only you can't get in the clan
Man area code 404 man yall niggas know where I been
do what you wanna but you bet not fuCC up dis count
Long list of hataz don’t make me that list out
Prolly got yo pautna on it that’s cuz he a bitch dog
Gimme all of you I'm right here by yo side baby
Might be sprung off you been givin all my time lately
Just want you to ball with me I know you wit
worried 'bout nobody
It's enough that I'm here by myself and
You know how to touch me
Trust gon', thought you loved me
You postin' that shit so you
Really
Ball]
Look, you niggaz play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught
though
And you taking down on my name and that shit hurts you know
They don't know me like you know me so this shit get personal
Drag me through the mud
lyin' man
These niggas ain't really kickin' this shit they be tellin' y'all man
They wanna see y'all get fucked up right there man
Keep ya eyes on me
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