Yea........ten steps ahead of these niggas, thats y they fuck wit me instead of these niggas..fool
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick
Bong raps I kicks all can't rips this off tag on your matress fool
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus can't distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know
Ain't worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick
Bong raps I kicks all can't rips this off tag on your matress fool
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus can't distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it ain't nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know
Ain't worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy
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