Texty

Aye Don't you love it when the codeine drop Im seeing colors in my cup Yeah, you know we in hot Got the oven in the glove I'm finna show these rocks Spend a dub and join a club How you trappin' but you wrote that kind that make my shoulders shrug Bitch, I'm a monster when I'm drunk How I mix 2 different strands And make a salad with the blunt Why yo blunt so god damn fat Cause I don't waste no woods If the lean don't got the seal then the deals no good (Huh huh huh) And ever since I put that rollie on my wrist I been on different type of time She ain't show me love back then And now she wanna know me Ain't that some shit (now she wanna know me) Girl, you must be all the way out yo mind Girl, you know you really ain't shit (you ain't shit) But I know I ain't shit Yeah, I know that I ain't shit Never had a pot that I could piss I make something out of nothing I was scared and that fake shit that you wearin' I'ma keep you in my prayers (yeah, yeah) Should have put your jeweler in a casket (casket) I close the curtains, they can't see who's in the back (Who in the back) I'm pushin' lean I'm starting to feel like I'm a activist (activist) I saw your bitch, boy that's your fault You should've patented it Do me Doobie, I just spend 10 bands on a Cuban Got a couple M's on my plan that's a brewing I just smoke an L to the face but I ain't lose it (it's Doobie) And ever since I put that rollie on my wrist I been on different type of time She ain't show me love back then And now she wanna know me Ain't that some shit (now she wanna know me) Girl, you must be all the way out yo mind Girl, you know you really ain't shit (you ain't shit) But I know I ain't shit
Writer(s): Eric Williams, Junior Wrighting Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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