Lyrics:
Chainsmokin like a rasta
She in school but she still dance
She said thank u wit some bands
Went to da club n threw em back
N til dis day she got my back
They
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40,
back)
You know bout this bag my niggas loaded fullys
If it's said she on the block you know we boutta zet
Promise I ain't stepping out unless I got
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
up
Used to living free as a bird, but now I'm laid up
Feeling like a nigga got handcuffs on
How the fuck did my life become a damn love song?
She ride
bitch come give me head then that bitch lucky
I'm drinking dirty, I'm riding dirty
She got on no panties but I'm in a hurry
Promethazine with codeine
Drop dead gorgeous
When she walk by
She leave em unconscious
No fakes in her mention
She ten over ten
She got her own bricks son
Drop dead gorgeous
on a wood at the top of the village
Baby hella bad tell her fuck with the villains
Im just livin’ my life how it’s supposed to be
Got my team by my side
all night hanging by the ropes
Right now, y'all making me suicidal
She said she wanna pocket these chains
She said she wanna rock with my gang
I like
(I could eat a star)
I got so high (So high)
Tried eat a palm (Tryna eat a palm)
Jumped out the car it's a tsunami
By any means gotta get the money
I
I ain't buying what they're selling
Niggas selling dreams but it's c'est la vie
Chase a bag by any means
Get it on your own, niggas be selling dreams
running up mills
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
a minute, listen for the horn
I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Pearl lingerie
Tattoo on her ass
at first
By the ocean and i bust counterclockwise
UGG i ain't talking bout the boots right
Run of the mill, aint bout that life
Run up a mill, yeah that
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
the Poconos
I'm sunny and you must suck collagen dose, Calogero
Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip
High with a bitch, she cry
the time she was born
But she went and played me now my love is gone
Oh I got a new lady and she's got it going
Can barley fit by it
I got cha HOE
She in the suite giving throat
She naked
Spent that on a coat
Trip and fall out by the hoes
U crazy
Can't pour out
dollars and flip that
Bought a soda, two Dutches
Some chips and a Kit Kat nah forget that
I got a quarter mill to kill this cat
Bought an M4
Two K's
blunt and light it
Pull up to the beach cause a nigga just want some peace
Thinking bout what's going on and I don't want to eat
I just want my mill I
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
(woo)
Lookin' for me, I'm in Calabasas
Rich Forever, plus I been had it (woo)
Maybach, got the Benz matted
Bend it over 'cause she got a fatty
Ayy,
the back she got mad cushion
From the boogie down like mad boogers
And the gang wit me so do act shook up
I need a mill in the stash bitch
Everyday I wake up
PNM
Boy, you don't wanna fuck with me cause I got shells on shells
I just wanna dick her inside the sheets, I got mills on mills
I don't even know what
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