[Fashawn & Exile]
Yo Santiago!
What?
What’s up?
What’s up, Nothin’ much
Chillin’ in the cut
A bottle of Mickey’s and a dutch
How you feelin’ Ex?
I’m chillin, high ceiling on the walls
Got a feelin, all of y’all
Feelin’ us like feelin’ balls
[Fashawn]
Pause!
Like cat feet, we smoke mad weed
Hashish, same outfit since last week
[Exile]
Trash beats, slang
Like hit chicks in back seats
Good looks and ask me Fash
You’re my dog, like Lassie
[Fashawn]
Light an incense
My million-dollar windpipe expensive
I rip mics intensive
The nigga they like to mention
Alias ‘Fashawn’, government is confidential
I’m type essential
Be upon my mental, strike the pencil
And in the notebook, there go a hundred jabs
No hook, don’t need a punchline
I kick the shit to make you unwind
One rhyme will stimulate your mental state for certain
Ain’t even heard the second verse yet - shattered your work and...
Yo Santiago!
What?
What’s up?
What’s up, Nothin’ much
Chillin’ in the cut
A bottle of Mickey’s and a dutch
How you feelin’ Ex?
I’m chillin, high ceiling on the walls
Got a feelin, all of y’all
Feelin’ us like feelin’ balls
[Fashawn]
Pause!
Like cat feet, we smoke mad weed
Hashish, same outfit since last week
[Exile]
Trash beats, slang
Like hit chicks in back seats
Good looks and ask me Fash
You’re my dog, like Lassie
[Fashawn]
Light an incense
My million-dollar windpipe expensive
I rip mics intensive
The nigga they like to mention
Alias ‘Fashawn’, government is confidential
I’m type essential
Be upon my mental, strike the pencil
And in the notebook, there go a hundred jabs
No hook, don’t need a punchline
I kick the shit to make you unwind
One rhyme will stimulate your mental state for certain
Ain’t even heard the second verse yet - shattered your work and...
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