Lyrics:
head up and stick yo chest out
And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out
I hit the scene like po-po's
In the four door chevrolet, we gas
downed 3
But I ain't drunk enough
I'm still tryna figure out
What the fuck is love
I've been let down
A million times by my blood
I won't be appreciated
want you to fuck my homegirl.
Baby, you like the way I suck your dick, don't you.
OOoohhh. You love the way I lick your balls.
Verse 2:
[Daz]
side
And it feels like, I just coming to
The place I always ran to
Never believed that I came
That far
And I want to fall in your arms, but I said
I
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
Oh darling
Girl we touch so soft
Your back's so strong
I wanna love you baby all night long
Making love make you feel like forever
Forever
catch this train
Up past sunrise, now I'm restless, blue skies fucking with my brain
Time is ticking like the clock, I'm still held up by delays
Body
on faith a refund on my dreams
The realest quote i ever heard was by any means
It's a necessity i chase down my destiny
I'm not easily influenced my
got used to,
prayin' that they watching out for me like it's YouTube,
puzzled cause I'm down my 3 lucks where it's Blue's Clue, like who's who?
never
candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like being careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!
More hot pies!
More
Cover me like a blanky
Cover me like blanky
Wrap your arms around me
Gimme sense of saftey
Gimme sense of saftey
God I have a question
I know you got
Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
while one millions of souls
sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea
down to the bone
Praying you can go home
Praying i can fall asleep inside your arms
lm sick of crying, just wanna feel numb
Still wonder. am i enough?
to do
I can't let you go on your journey alone
I'm no King but I'll work to put you on that throne
I feel like I've already let you down so I must atone
Misfits love my shits
Why?
‘Cus I’m one of them
Backwoods in front of them
Rollin’ up a ton of them
Down three 40’s like a hundred and-
Twenty, got weed
with Kid Blue
And Kid gets sick and throws up on your shoes
And you're thinking of making it home
Oh but your mom can't see
You like this all alone
Yeah
my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds
glass was rolled down on his S-Class
Heard in D.C., he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this, a young nigga gettin' it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in
fxcking off a bean
Turn around for me baby let me see
Tell your friends how it feel when you fuxking with a gee
And I'm nothing like her X but I'm something
Woo
Said that to myself because I'm a champion
This my national anthem
Probably feel like opera music in the Phantom
Ain't got one of those,
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
we're anti
Your whole team tryna sing like Ashanti
My peng tings looking artwork, Banksy
She come around then she take off the panty
Woah, off pant,
Windows down in a blacked out coupe
Can you feel that breeze
A said I need some pics for the gram but the gram ain't getting me ps
How you gonna
a ring, then he probably not that serious
And I'm just curious, if you feel what I feel
Now she lookin' down at the ground so I know it's real
Don't know
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