Paroles

Let me slide Let me slide out Let me slide out Money to the side now Pull up, it's a vibe Roll some flower, smoke the guys out Im alive, what you see is no disguise now The real ones telling lies At the party, no surprise No surprise Why you always on my mind Get that girl like every time We was graphic by design Drinking juice from off the vine Eat it to the rind On the 3rd day, Jesus turned water back into wine Is you thirsty? Come on girly what you drink? Im the hottest at the bar Shining brighter than the stars Left from Hampton going far Real far, when I came from home In the zone Till I own like Grant Cardone Ugh I learned a lot from Jim Rohn You ain't seeing me Speaking to some dieties Austin pull the cards out Show them they ain't seeing me Ah shit I see Lina on TMZ I just cut my hair off Had to clear the energy Shouldn't of let it enter me The shaman had to center me That's a different story On my road to glory I came from Little Brother Grew up on 9th wonder Ugh Yeah my third eye woke Something different bout you Since the last time we spoke You look good And your style hella fresh dope Maybe we should chill over some facts and smoke Yeah, Yeah My third eye woke Something different bout you Since the last time we spoke You look good And your style hella fresh dope Maybe we should chill over some facts and smoke I'm bout that Rothschild savage You ever heard napoleon talk bout the power of habit I'm bout to go out and grab it I keep it flowing don't stash it Roll some more weed then I ash it Go head girl keep it packing While we lounging and laughing You could drown in my passion I don't care about fashion Fix my breakfast in board shorts Swimming through my past I had to open up more doors Now i'm on the track I keep some hoes in the corridor Back up in Florida more You know where the waters clear Tacos right on the pier Yeah i'm thinking bout moving here My girl got her ass out We ain't gone pass out Movies and bags out Don't know when to cash out Ugh Yeah my third eye woke Something different bout you Since the last time we spoke You look good And your style hella fresh dope Maybe we should chill over some facts and smoke
Writer(s): Michael Sawyer Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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