Lyrics

Fien for the Motherfucking green smoke Steady gettin fetti Four front doors Word to C-Note My time way too expensive But I always make my fee hoe She pulling up With that ski slope So I hit the line Like a free throw Now I'm deep diving She deep throat She suck the dick sentimental I fill the blunt In the backseat Of that sixty five continental In the center lane Of that four-oh-five Blowing killer jamming that Spitta We just riding round In that back in time Bitch you riding round In that rental Candy sitting clean Candy dripping on the floor Hopping on them d's Swanging on them eighty fours Wineberry seams Round the leather with the gold If you see me on the street Go and light that fire smoke Candy sitting clean Candy dripping on the floor Hopping on them D's Swanging on them eighty four's Manifest my dreams Till I'm physical no more See you moving with the scene See us moving with the stones
Writer(s): Dominick Ferranti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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