Lyrics

Every single day I'm tryna get my mind together Sitting on chrome brought the sunny weather Every single day I'm tryna make my pockets heavy Pulling up my draws seats, Italian leather I know what I'm supposed to do She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you" I know what I'm supposed to do I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new What I'm supposed to do She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you" I know what I'm supposed to do I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new I was caught up in a jam, god to the damn Blade in my sock and a pistol in my hand No blam, squeeze but it jam Not today, baby, I'll be damned I rolled out all my gold out Scoped the whole route Like I hope the hoes out I collect dough like I just pass gold Every 24, that's the way it goes (Yeah, right on) (Yeah, right on, ah) I know what I'm supposed to do She say, "Bones, I just wanna get close to you" I know what I'm supposed to do I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new I I know I'm fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new
Writer(s): O'connor Elmo Kennedy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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