
Senzu Beans Yung Tory
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[Intro]
EVRGRN with the heat, yeah
[Chorus]
Roll up, get high, let's disappear
How the fuck did you get in here? (How the fuck?)
So drunk feelin' like I might die, can't cap right now, I'm feeling scared (I can't cap)
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' (Poppin')
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm a millionaire
Said she like molly (Molly)
Bro got them jiggas here (Jiggas, jiggas)
I don't know what I'm sippin' on but it tastes like peach
Producers scared of me
'Cause I rape they beat (Yeah)
I don't want a cape (No)
I don't wear no cleats (No)
Look at my feet (Feet)
Ooh, so neat
[Verse]
You not in love with me
She a prostitute so a pussy on the streets
I got her drunk off Absolut, I kicked her out, she obsolete
I go in like Goku, I gave that bitch a senzu bean
Uh, uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh)
Back then I was sellin' reefer
That bitch, she look like Trina
Pack in, we high, we chiefin' (Packin')
Pack in, we high, we geekin'
I ball like Gilbert Arenas
Hit the mall, fuck it up for no reason
Ooh, ooh
EVRGRN with the heat, yeah
[Chorus]
Roll up, get high, let's disappear
How the fuck did you get in here? (How the fuck?)
So drunk feelin' like I might die, can't cap right now, I'm feeling scared (I can't cap)
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin' (Poppin')
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm a millionaire
Said she like molly (Molly)
Bro got them jiggas here (Jiggas, jiggas)
I don't know what I'm sippin' on but it tastes like peach
Producers scared of me
'Cause I rape they beat (Yeah)
I don't want a cape (No)
I don't wear no cleats (No)
Look at my feet (Feet)
Ooh, so neat
[Verse]
You not in love with me
She a prostitute so a pussy on the streets
I got her drunk off Absolut, I kicked her out, she obsolete
I go in like Goku, I gave that bitch a senzu bean
Uh, uh (Uh), uh (Uh), uh (Uh)
Back then I was sellin' reefer
That bitch, she look like Trina
Pack in, we high, we chiefin' (Packin')
Pack in, we high, we geekin'
I ball like Gilbert Arenas
Hit the mall, fuck it up for no reason
Ooh, ooh
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