Lyrics:
on the phone
Some people be toxic and heartless and more
Some boys from the camp, they be killing for sure
Them Baka Boys, with them Rack up halls, they don't
on the good weed
Remember doe was a good day, run the bag up on a good jay
On the spoons and them cook ye
Broke it down, it was all bait
We trapping money,
And we roll
He mix wit
Got caught by the
Now that nigga
Now that nigga dead
When up it I'm aiming for heads
I'll Heard they was laxking they filled em wit
changed the color to my phone
Orange kool-aid go good with patron
A naw hell naw boy still my ring tones
Free car wash had to clean up the Dodge
Get
なにもわかんねーy'allなにもわかんねー
I stand still
I'm a tight gate
Only B.S.C could crack me the fuck up
I'm like clay
The beat move my body like a b-boy on a white plate
heat made
together? I
I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I
I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I
I'm way up, I feel blessed
Way
Yeah
Kayvion on the mix
2020 shit
Elias Ali, hey!
By day a
Rhymesayer
Lifesaver
Big Willy need a Jada
Work hard need to get paid up
Trynna be patient
good)
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be good)
Now wait a minute
This ain't nothin'
or ever got
Try me boy, you better not
Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you
a round
We'll drink 'em down, down, drink 'em down
Let's trade our ball caps in for sombreros
Instead of Jack D, shoot some cuervo
Mix up some rum
which way I move)
Ay, baby open up the window (open up the window, yeah)
All depend on how the wind blow (oh)
Now that we're sittin' here reminiscin'
more
Nigga wanna think these boys don't blow
Hoe you see them snortin them coke
Chaos still don't give you a hoe
Maybe you think the music is low
here tonight
Shordy off a molly she be wildin' for the night, yeah (For the night, yeah)
Pour it up, it's a pint
You know that we mix it with the sprite,
a new height
We want to hear Flash cut the beat up,ain't that right
While Flash is choppin' the mix like an ax on the wood
(scratch)
You gotta dance
woke up in the morning it's a new day
You know
I just woke up this morning, brush my teeth
looked in the mirror and said dawg you that nigga
Like I
good they can't see the flow (No) air rhymes
So go on let a player turn up the oxygen
Backing in the paint for the score
Better box me in (For the score
good they can't see the flow (No) air rhymes
So go on let a player turn up the oxygen
Backing in the paint for the score
Better box me in (For the score
Now I'm pouring up this pain into this microphone
I got demons in my head I just want be gone
I mix the X pills with codeine that is what I'm on
Where
Throw yo hands up to the ceilin'
Nod yo head and just get silly
And you know it when you feel it
Said you know we feelin' good
Everyday Reedukay
told her back up said "ho no"
All these niggas some bots they be robo
And I'm bringing in paper, that good dough
And I smoked on you haters, that good
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them
a sun stroke, oh, you got heart?
I'll blow it out followed by blunt smoke
It's on, I'm up first, watch 'em every step like a upskirt
Like my trust
drank pour her up some pink whitney
We different with the pape all hunnits shout out benny
Smoked some cheetah blow finna mix it with some henny
Fucked
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hittas and dope boys in this loop (them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm
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