Lyrics

This is a high quality film, right? Yo, uh Yo, yo, ayy, ayy That's incredible, I move like the weather do, ayy Where we been tonight, make up something special, boo, ayy You call him your shooter, I know him, he'll tell on you, ayy What that bread'll do, I change like the weather do, ayy I got thin blood, I go where the weather cool, ayy I'm on big drugs, I'm leaning with healthy food, ayy Dude, what is love, your family is vultures too, ayy You call me your brother, I call you a lesson learned, ayy I smoke cookie pack, my homie be sneaking home, ayy Should've took it back, I lose it, not coming home, ayy Feel I'm turning back, ayy, feel like going wrong, ayy Go get me some spins, ayy, go make me some spins ayy Sick of making friends, bow to me and make amends, ayy Sick of fast cars, big Suburban with no friends, ayy That's a bad broad, count more money than my friends, ayy Belly foggy day, never sunny in this Benz, ayy Keep that far away, more money, they disappear, ayy I'm one call away, but don't hit me, I'm here in spirit, ayy I call day to day, the further you get more weird, ayy, woah Yo, yo, ayy, what that bread'll do, I hope you get better, dude Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, what that bread'll do, I hope you get better, boo, ayy Niggas sad business, that pity might pay for you, ayy She not into drugs, oh, what, I'm just special, boo, ayy I'm not into clubs, them lights just is 'round you, ayy, woah, ayy What that bread'll do, what that bread'll do What that, uh, yo Real mud sipping though, haha
Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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