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Isaiah Rashad - RIP Kevin Miller (Prod. by Black Metaphor)
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Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah McClain
Isaiah McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Black Metaphor
Producer

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It's the house, yes Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Alright, now if I die today, bitch my legacy is straight I'm the best they never heard, I'm your brother, just relate I need diamond teeth, livin' like it's 1998 Like when Percy was the king, back when Juvie was the great Bitch this doobie is the bait, Patton taught me how to pimp Like one day you here, then gone, that's why Chad was downin' shrimp I been ridin' out, since I thought my Huffy was the shit Chattanooga pool of sharks, don't you slip and lose a limb Slow it down, we losin' 'em, I've been on the booze again Shit, that sober livin' Hell, free Guwop if he in jail Nigga taught me 'bout a scale, it was vivid, I was there I was on my first offense, I hope they gon' give me bail Screamin' mothafuck a 12, bitches ain't shit Cops ain't neither, they huntin' my people Codeine I'm back, leanin', I cope with my demons The best is not perfect, the rest is not worth it, wake up! Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Hey bitch I'm back, quit the whinin', bring it back, oochie wally This the set, it's that motherfuckin' bet, who designed it? This the one, how you make it out of Chat, who can fly ya I'm the prince, it was written in the book, Jeremiah I got dreams, I got bitches, I got hooks, you can buy 'em Fresh and clean, that Stankonia had me hooked as a child Used to think my ambition was a scheme, I defy 'em You can too, if you get up off your ass, fucking try it I'm a snipe, I'm just tryna make the top fall off On the whip, like a cannon, lollipop on y'all Xanny ho get me high, make me feel so tall I'm tryna keep my mental ground and so I feel for y'all I swear my eye be bloody red, but bitch I feel amazing And this is not a confrontation, that's an understatement See this is runnin' in your house and where your momma staying You spending doja on some pussy, you ain't concentratin', just wake up! Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money
Writer(s): Writers Unknown, Isiah Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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