Lyrics:
to earth
Put'em in a coffin put'em in a hearse
My bars do voodoo my flow is a curse
Pussy so juicy you can call that dessert
Poppin like popcorn got butter
chase your Dreams
Straight up no in between
Can’t worry bout a thing
That’s outta my control
Just create my own
Got my own remote. Ok
Watching the game
said, "Excuse me lil' homie, I know you don't know mebut
my name is Windy and I like to blow trees" and
from that point I never blow her off
Niggas
to Guantanamo bay
Spitting out lyrics just like an AK
Like I told you before yo we don’t play ay ay
Dr Benstein
I’m a player that’s what I do
I love
From the 515 to the 319
We was bumming at the bottom looking up at the sky
Now we're doing what we want, staying high to get by
And we're feeling
save me
But don't you play me
You the only one that can face me
Cuz in the end we want the same Thing
Won't hurt you don't you make Me
Like why even try
listen
Your sister in your ear even though you know she like me
She doin’ shit on low key, I see that shit on high key
You better strap them nikes, cuz
don't have to do a thing but listen to me sing
I know you miss the world, the one you knew
The one where everything made sense
Because you didn't know
these things ridiculous
First of all, I hate that we force
People into identifying themselves
By little, tiny, uh
Because we oppress people we
Further
Street nigga don't abide by the law
Keep it on me they don't play fair
Tell a pussy nigga take care
Aye long live vell man that's my dog that's my brother
When I could
Run through the yard, carefree
Do all things we weren't allowed to
And then pretend that we had no clue
I wanna see my grandma's smile
She
Paper dip, but never show
'Til the fucking lot was super throwed
Players out chea' on game
Pimp pimping so cold on the hoes and its two below
That we
that we don't attest
Cause we expect to be above all the rest
Say what?
To all the haters you can suck my dick
Tryna tell me what I can't do and how I
back
And they say that good things don't last
Outlived the ghost of my past
Walking the streets and we're trashed
All this is deeper than that
How this
me, I'm gon', ooh, ooh
I'm gon', eh, eh
When we hoppin' out that minivan, you gon' hear, "Fah, fah"
The spot slammin' 25/8, the door like-
(Shitty
the flashlights
We do it just for the thrills
Underground just like an armadillo
Every punch a thousand kilo
Simple but pivotal
Don’t get me twisted like
Nobody fit to come dey do debating
Even when we met in different places
Loving you was my everyday thing
Now i'm not with you
Girl i'm going crazy
Be like
(Woah-oh, yeah)
I Told that bitch go crazy she ride like a Harley
I'm with my n*ggas strapped up for the army
Together we get it, we ain't never
I aint fallin' for
Yuh, okay, keep that blade up on me like I'm Tanjiro
And I got my pole! I don't dance
Stack my guap! Get them bands
She a thot!
on the wrong things
Im focused on a million
Insecure niggas always in they feelings
These niggas don't want no money
They do it for the likes and the fame
that you right
I’m not here to fight
I’m here to do what’s right
Got the speed like a fiend
yeah this ain’t what you want
Yeah this is what you need
They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
Do yourself a favor, save
you’re too shy like Zahara
Bhal incwad encane puff and pass it like Brown Dash
Look however you do it whenever you do it as long as you tell the whole wide
pick you up
Cruising in that old school, you know I come in clutch
Always make you blush, 'cause I give you what you want
Baby, do we have the same
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