Lyrics:
I’m tryin’ hard to relax
But I just can’t keep still, no
I can hear your car door slammin’
I wanna play big girl and put on a sexy smile
But I
form aroma
Then grab a Daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See
ass whip
You want a pretty girl
I want the finest of these chicks
But until I make it big man its on my bucket list
Rewind
More money more
to school late for that
For the niggaz that wanna smoke but can't pay for that
There personal use become personal abuse
Mind going crazy like im stuck in
that we comin it hurt to they spirit
Why that girl on my phone with that dumb shit
Talkin how she seen me movin in the function
In the cut full cup wit
were some Pharcyde shit
So I watched you pass me bye
Heard that you were dancing now
Is it cool if I shoot by
Used to be a Cali girl
Stayed up in the bay
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got
Uh, yes, y'all, baby
Yeah, work it out
Work it out, dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers
Big dawgs in the house, what?
Terror Squad,
Looking for my place to shine, yeah
Girl you look as sweet as apple pie
Running from the back by the trash way back in the Ville, on the flat right where I
gotten broken by the day
You know my patience getting older by the age
I was happy cuz I thought that I was useful by the way
I thought I made you happy
It
leave it home
If he ain't got it right by now, then scratch him off
They just called me, said it's about twenty strong
They standin' at the door, don't
don't go by same the rules
I'm Gucci down to the shoe
Make these bitches choose
By the flick of a wrist
Oh that boy
Just took your bitch
I know you salty
Sleazy flow remix
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ayy
Drippin', grippin', flippin', kick it
Flippin', trippin', do the ASE K drippin
Drippin',
you feel me
Tryna eat get swallowed by the city
Remix the P & call me Diddy
I'm in her like a Pap, I'm drinking Remy
Yea I grew up Poor, save your pity
and cheese
We never got degrees, ayy
I sold a thousand P's (P's)
Yeah, I got the keys (I got the keys)
Don't play by the rules
Lay low and I plot my
than thought, temper killed
I get it all off by relaxing, i chill
I'll whisper inside of my mic, gives you chills
Your entertainment, my personal hell
I fell asleep on the couch last night
Woke up with the TV on there was a woman in
Tight cotton exercise shorts
And a big plastic machine she was
Hop in the ship imma take you for a ride
I can do whatever when you hear by my side
Woah
Hop in the ship imma take you for a ride
I can do whatever
Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in your
Betcha didn't know a nigga Name was Khari Dixon
I don't need no big house
I don't need my ceiling missing
I'm content with some Fruit Gushers
I don't
First pack of condoms i asked for extra big
Now i got a flow they sit me right next to big
And all these old rappers don't know where the exit is
bu bu bu
problems then face them after
I can't even rap on this
I'm done HyperParadise by Hermitude
(Flume Remix) mari bounce
that's remix, wow
No Balmain's, these is Rick's now (Now nigga these is Rick's now)
You smoke Reggie, I smoke girl scouts
You smoke zone, I smoke big load
Have yourself a merry little
Whether you lean towards fake, real, large
Charlie Brown trees or somewhere in the middle
Big or subtle, keep the spirit
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