Tekst Utworu

Twisting blunts, watching I Love New York (York, york) 1:45 it's time to post in the dark (Dark, dark) Can't match my drive, go ahead throw that bitch into sport (Sport, sport) Death is long, and this life is so short Counting paper, watching Flavor of Love I spit like Pumpkin then proceed to collect my funds Human beings love us cause we ain't nothing like you You want some fame, A couple million, you'll be cool RIP the real, I took a chance and made it outta Howell Now everyone that used to call me brother probably hope I drown Drowning in the smoke, these brain dead boys can never figure how If you ever meet them, watch that face when you say my name out loud Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Running up at the mouth, now your heart it ain't beating right Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Running up at the mouth, now your heart it ain't beating right Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Running up at the mouth She know when she with me cut her phone off (Off) Sliding in the Escalade with the doors off (Off) Five blunts, five minutes, bout to doze off (Off) Really got it how they say? Let's take a roll call (Sesh) SESH Ain't nobody do it like me White in the night, I'm frightening Dope got me tripping, she ripe for the picking I'm thinking thats taking it lightly Baby don't take that shit lightly Ice on me cooler than Ice T King of the Dead, Hi, it's me Dreaming of scenes with violent themes Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Running up at the mouth, now your heart it ain't beating right Bring up my name back home and I promise they got a story Running up at the mouth, now your heart it ain't beating right
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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