Letras

Reach one, teach one (strt) Can't sell ya to the water, how you eat, son? (Yeah) We docking in the low tide (huh) So strap up, my nigga, it's time to ride (go) Go in like scuffed Timbs, nigga, this above the ring (uh-huh) When Birdy with the blade out, nigga time to fade out (yeah) This that blame round, get down to lay down (yeah) Nigga better stay down, greyhound my playground (go) Got a Mexican homie named Chinese Mike In the all black Cudi and he got that white (white) If you ain't got that green, then he might see red (oh, yeah) Put a knot on your head then we might see dreads Straight hair, white hoe with them pinkie toes (hahaha) Eating on noodles like Piscopo (yeah) You ain't talk to my lawyer, then I don't know (nah) If you ain't watering the seeds, then how we grow? (Go) Reach one, teach one (yeah) Can't sell ya to the water, how you eat, son? Docking in the low tide (yeah) Shut the fuck up, it's time to ride (go) Jumping in like Greg Louganis Scraped his head against the diving board (strt) A cyborg with vocal cords, deeper than the ocean floor (strt) None of these rappers ain't eating like me (nah) So if you pass the toll, then you got to pay a fee (hahaha) Got you tickets to the murder show, RSVP (uh-huh) Got problems at the door, then ask for me (uh-huh) Got problems with parking, didn't ask for T (yeah) Got a problem with balling, you a absentee (strt) This that Black Lives Matter, still sniff cocaine (strt) Pay for a therapist, but I still ain't changed (strt) This that Black Lives Matter, still sniff cocaine Pay for a therapist, but I still ain't changed (go) (Woah) Reach one, teach one Can't sell ya to the water, how ya eat, son? (Yeah) We dockin' in the low tide (huh) So strap up, my nigga, it's time to ride (hahaha, hahaha) No! No, God, please no, no, no, no! User disconnected from your channel
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Alan Maman, Hector Starc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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