Lyrics

Got dreams got nightmares like Corretta when the night there like Propellers on the red eye flight My women like top 5 right My linens like top 5 right Connected like the WiFi right We was hoodie, and some Popeyes right You would taste it like ya mai tai right I could feel it I could feel the high right now Fuck you got those wings up on ya back if not to fly right now It'd be ok if I just right now Catch a vibe don't kill the vibe right now Pull them panties to the side right now Found Nirvana 'tween ya thigh, how wild Pack ya back and hit Dubai right now Came up and ya wonder why, how wild like ohh I been high off the dawn to dusk it's like You been looking like you tryna fuck it's like Three shots four down a must it's like West Coast Uptown it's love it's like So high need TSA I'm 112 till I see that grave I'm no bullshit Them models always run my way That's di-or when you check my taste I'm no bullshit She lost herself in that bass I stay hot like I touch that bass that's no bullshit She say she can't feel her face but want more When I grab her waist that's no Bullshit All my bitches is gorgeous All my niggas is lawless Brooklyn baby in the valley Top back a couple a horses DG head to toe for the fall GQ baby yea you know wassup Reppin 112 till I got no more Rest In Peace nip wit the double up Bad ideas wit a badder bitch, ah Get it how I live and you mad it this how Brisbane flexing all the way to West Side All shades on em i can never decide Prolly send my bitch to fuck yo baby boo Always finna rep the place that made me boo Swerving till I get a new Mercedes coupe Bust it open for me like you need to do I been high off the dawn to dusk it's like You been looking like you tryna fuck it's like Three shots four down a must it's like West Coast Uptown it's love it's like So high need TSA I'm 112 till I see that grave I'm no bullshit Them models always run my way That's di-or when you check my taste I'm no bullshit She lost herself in that bass I stay hot like I touch that bass that's no bullshit She say she can't feel her face but want more When I grab her waist that's no Bullshit
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