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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ciani on the Beat
Ciani on the Beat
Songwriter

歌詞

Yea rollin blunts that got me wheezin
And that big buddha got me cheesin
Speedin through that traffic weavin
Scary dreams I'm hardly sleepin
Still ice cold but I ain't freezin
Fuck 'em all for not believin
Competin with me man you dreamin
I'll squeeze and leave that stomach leakin
Yea
Smoke on that good bud and get that money right
I leave ya yoked up, and pop your sunny side
You fuckin failin cuz, go get your study guide
You actin like a joke, but shit ain't funny guy
I spit insanity, and medicate organically
I'll shade you like a canopy, whether you friend you family
The enemy I know is better than a rat that stand with me
For real I'm at capacity, I'm happy with the tragedies
You askin me the reason why you fucked to me it's actually
Because you livin passively and never thinkin after the
Decision in the moment of your ignorant audacity
Equate to real reality and then you on that path I see
You pussy capital the P, My capital never depletes
I got her squirmin in her seat, my whole crib stinkin out like weed
And I ain't worried bout no instigator
Come down to it Ima send ya to your fuckin Maker
Yea rollin blunts that got me wheezin, And that big buddha got me cheesin
Speedin through that traffic weavin
Scary dreams I'm hardly sleepin
Still ice cold but I ain't freezin
Fuck 'em all for not believin
Competin with me man you dreamin
I'll squeeze and leave that stomach leakin
Yea
I'll come walkin into your spot, no license tuckin that Glock
Left pocket holding that wad, All hundi's bitch I don't stop
They try to hate but why not, I'd hate me too a whole lot
Cause every move that they watch me make, stay takin me to the top
Think my rhyme flow don't hit hard then bitch you must be deaf
I come at you like a south paw best keep an eye for my left
I never seek the respect, tell the way that I step
Better contemplate your next move and come at me with your best
Bitch I get mine at the front line, pull the weight when it's crunch time
Keep pace like a drum line, Hustle stay in my blood line
Now line up or sit down, Nip tuck your grin down
Draped up and dripped out, I fill up that safe now
Dro broke down stay smokin swish
Good, better, best
I paint that pic-ture in your brain like Sherwin Will-iam spit it dumb then I dump like shits
I don't give a fuck who the banks givin
Ima eat good like it's Thanksgivin
Plenty enemies don't have much friends
Said it all before, tell your ass again
Yea rollin blunts that got me wheezin
And that big buddha got me cheesin
Speedin through that traffic weavin
Scary dreams I'm hardly sleepin
Still ice cold but I ain't freezin
Fuck 'em all for not believin
Competin with me man you dreamin
I'll squeeze and leave that stomach leakin
Yea
Written by: Ciani on the Beat
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