Lyrics:
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Number 2 but you know that I'm never second
I bussed her for a minute that's 60 blessings
Every morning I wake up, get to the fetti
I was right by
another one's comin around
So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it
Yo, I wrote this, basement, Never Never Tunnels type portion
Just to accompany
on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Beach Boy I've been swerving in the honda
Beach Boy I'm just waiting on the summer
Take your pick I might out run
the summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car
She swam by me she got a cramp
remind me of a summer breeze in the east side in the 2-5
Yeah that's good times
You make me wanna
You make me wanna settle down
Wanna stick around for you
happen man
On channel 5
That nigga damn
Runnin down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting
Speak darts, yo, you get paid? Rhymin' about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
5'9", a street nigga with deep feelin'
when no fucking body was around
How to get himself up and out of poverty and now not even a growl in his stomach gotta be a hound
'Til they put your
Ohh you rude, you don't wanna talk to nobody? (smacks gums)
Whatever ...
She was a 5'5" smoove dime,
Tattoo down her back spine
I'm just tryna pack
in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, wooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I've been swappin' out all these bitches
Kickin' my pimpin', pimpin'
She pull up and get
know me
Cause I'm out the door for sure approach me
Wave your hand to come over trying to coach me (what?)
Why you in the V-I, E-V-E too fly to drop by
see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ya I get high
You might
trying to get to your house
I hit the 10 hit the 5 yea I'm in route
LA girls know how to go all out
Hit me with a text she say "do you like what you
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
urgent
Lights I run through, she might be in the lunch room
I get there, sign her out, fakin like her uncle
Back to the rest, I give her Tylenol
The bitch
bout' what you and another nigga been through.
Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin'
behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life
I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggas
Locked down in
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life
I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggas
Locked down in
**** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
a whole realization is opening to me
About what I'm actually saying
And this is some serious fuckin' shit
So I gotta get my head around it for a second
anymore
Down at Precinct Number Five
They questioned Jimmy through the night
The sheriff said He's gotta stand trial
Armed robbery is the charge
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