Lyrics:
coming, yeah (coming, coming, coming)
Know we coming ooh, ooh (coming, coming, coming, yeah)
Look, at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Thoughts
nguyenana)
Shorty buss it down like its tết now
Pull up and all the bitches xin chào
You ain't ever drank til you drink with a Viet (Nah)
Henny, Remy (Shots,
up now, what I've been up to
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again, me again
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them
And it'll be
the tears up off my face I can't juss sit and pout
Cause everytime I look up in the sky I see them in the clouds
Kalon would've been told me don't let them
coming down
So far gone Can't see him
Sit back relax
Roll up a spliff I talk to God I'm gone
Yeah
Whole lotta learning not perfect
Whole lotta living my
Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay!
I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
Know what I'm saying? Ya you know
Living life to the fullest,
the definition of a cult?
Whats the definition of a sex slave?
Go to the dictionary, look it up
Let me know, I'll be here waiting
Now I admit that I got some
on a boat (let's go)
It's a big blue watery road (yeah)
Poseidon look at me, oh (all hands on deck)
Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat coming my
possible
Yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat
It's a big blue watery road (yeah)
Poseidon
Look at me, oh (all hands on deck)
Never thought I'd see
cash
Tell me what would you do to get to yours when you down to yo last
Niggas barely getting to they bag and they still got the nerve to brag
Man you
breathe Babylon, Babylon
We be tribes under grace, a righteous minority
Decadent culture make you forget your spiritual priority
Back down by
breathe Babylon, Babylon
We be tribes under grace, a righteous minority
Decadent culture make you forget your spiritual priority
Back down by
sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double are, smell like double see
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
the funk around
And you know I can't settle down
Giving up the funk (Calling the mothership
Calling the mothership)
(Calling the mothership
Calling
like you blind
You see the truth, you hear the cries
But you pay it no mind
Every night, I'm up so high
Look in my devilish eyes
In the clouds, one with
My Tree
"Do not judge me when you see me in the summer,"
Said my tree
"I was here when it was winter
Look at my curves
Up and down
Life is not easy
Of great changes in technology and
Social mobility we responded to this
Constrictive environment by overcoming our
Fears and developing what came to be
Known
count to three
Goddess energy, not luck
Caught them by surprise
Show me what's up
Had to change my side, niggas still gon' imitate
Grab the 45 if a nigga
there
Look at them
You was busy counting me out when my account was counting up
By my account that ain't love got nothing for you but what up
Chunk my
the dank and the good ol' drink
What you see, is what the fuck you get
Young Pimp C, baby, coming down real wet
I got a pump in the 'Lac 'cause these
drove outta town to get a bird?
Had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just get a word (boom)
Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that
watch they mouth
Cause my dogs they ignorant
While I'm laid back, rockin' the Link
Fuck what ya'll think
Stress-free, index finger mixing my drink
You see
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