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Vikas Mohan
Vikas Mohan
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Kenny Nguyen
Kenny Nguyen
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Kieran Fergusson
Kieran Fergusson
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Riverine
Riverine
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Melrody
Melrody
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Go to sleep, callin' up the fleet In the streets, smokin' only keef NFT's, in my open sea All green, who I wanna be Roll up two blunts then we pull up to the scene Said we couldn't cook now we servin' all the fiends Gettin' all this bread now they wanna join the team Losin' too much balance how I'm trippin' on the lean I had to dip out unattended Came up out the dirt the trenches They be talkin' I'm unoffended Paid in full I never rented What's the addy, baby send it I got 5 percent I'm tinted I got high I'm past the limit I gotta go slide me them digits Don't gotta lie or fight and fidget Had some things I know they hid it Closing the gap, I try to bridge it Take some time but I know I'll fix it I'm tryna smoke and kick it Bought a brick so I could flip it Bought a bong so I could rip it Lean pour up, you know I sip it Wake up, we taking no pay cuts Fake love heartbreak pour drank up Double cup love that's just how we came up If you know, you know and if you don't then wake up My mind like Yoda, I want peace like oda Oversea no quotas, I'm at ease not sober Tank on e my rover, charged up Like I'm Drizzy or DeRozan I feel like I am the chosen Hand be golden, Midas well be number 30 with the touch Way I'm floating on these verses, got me signing all in cursive Then I take that check to the bank and tell them cash me out in person 'Cause these institutions do not give a fuck about your purse and If you got lotta money you can't take in your hearse, but not me 'Cause I'm going out burning up Earn it up, paper boy I'm turning up Ain't from ATL from HOU I'm used to burning up How I grew up skin like syrup this my hair no permin' up God damn, got a big heart and it soft like velvet She say that she like way I move my pelvis Silky smooth voice butter like Elvis Way I live my life it look a little bit careless But I really care a lot about the way How my sound hit the wav How these drums hit your face And I really care a lot about the wave Ain't got time for the waste Ain't got time for the day Go to sleep, callin' up the fleet In the streets, smokin' only keef NFT's, in my open sea All green, who I wanna be Roll up two blunts then we pull up to the scene Said we couldn't cook now we servin' all the fiends Gettin' all this bread now they wanna join the team Losin' too much balance how I'm trippin' on the lean
Writer(s): Vikas Mohan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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