Lyrics

People ask me all the time, what are you going to do when hip hop goes out Hip hop is an attitude It's right here It's how you feel It's a style So it can go out What this is with hip hop is one, two, three, four, hip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wheel of fortune Spin the wheel What's your chances I heard you got that bag and then you vanished Why this bitch so bad Why this bitch so bad I aint that you speak Spanish Damn, yeah, damn, yeah, damn, yeah, damn R.I.P Kobe, man it felt like I just lost a homie R.I.P thy Kobe I know Purple on my shirt, there's not no codeine, I know Yeah, yo, bitch, that pipe, nigga, yeah, that protein, I know R.I.P Pop Smoke, yeah I know damn Hey my name is illa and you watching Disney Channel hoe Bet yo ass ain't never see no angel in no flannel hoe Sex Money sin satisfaction be my cantaloupe Nigga shit, nigga nigga nigga shit My shorty from jersey so she stay calling me son and shit Her roommate dont like me that bitch think that Im a bum and shit I know when I get the bag They all gon want some of it Chill, relax! Im just having fun with this Heart attack, hit it from the back back to commercial Rolling like that ravioli can off that one commercial Literally Im smoking cat-piss lit off kitty litter uh light a candle hoe I can ride my back without no motherfucking handles hoe You get what you paid for I swear to god that nigga illa jesus on these waveforms This the life I prayed for whoa Chi-town nigga with an attitude Im oshea Yuh we dont do the molly seen a white a bitch do some cocaine All we smoke is za, bronem tweaking off that propaine Shorty bussin like some rubber bands off some old braids Buss a couple bands fuck around and bring back obey Fuck them niggas I dont trust them niggas they dont wash they hands Shorty know Im crazy but its cool cause' shorty understand I aint had no place to stay, that aint mean I aint had a plan My new bitch dominicana crazy she be cooking damn Niggas out here thirsty holy water why they looking damn Blues in my face I'll take yo shit just like the gross sisters Pour they ass a double cup of ice filled with dirty sprite All I see is SSRi's I can see the light All I see is demons in designer they be wearing white Shorty I be uh, off them drugs I dont need to write Shorty I be uh, off them drugs I dont need to lie I aint seen my brothers in some time hope they living write Balling off good karma all this drama in my life Tell me what the meaning of this life shorty I dont know I can see my reflection through your eyes we are not the same Start a war on drugs, drugs won, we are not the blame. Tell me what the meaning of this life shorty I dont know Tell me its the drugs or these feelings that you never show.
Writer(s): Christopher Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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