Lyrics

Head to the east bay slow down I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house She Better get sweeping Had a nice evening Turned my little lady to a demon We would feel passion and shit So we passionately did All of the things that be asked on the list Cheef with the homies right after we lit Blue jacket on me like paddington did Like paddington did Yuh Baby i think imma fold That's Why you can't come for my soul Fuck it ok then let's roll She rolling up backs while I drove My hand on her back nice and slow I'm taking this shit to the top if you got any problems well don't let me know Head to the east bay slow down I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house Okay well I'm back and I'm better Making plays keep the map on a cellular Bumpin Denzel on the regular I'm a cash maniac I'm tellin ya Wait till it's actually sellin ya Wait till I'm actually head of ya In front of the line I ain't smellin ya I got odors for riches and digits I'm mindless as fuck so I probably won't get it My head out the window I'm bumpin my shit and my laces be tuck cause these bitches be trippin I wanna rock with my double ray vision Sending this shit and I'm burning your kitchen The temperature rose cause it's j that they listen Like I'm d rose I go hard for a minute Why don't they see mama I know what they need mama I'm tryna feed mama But I do not see commas It's always gets worse when I see trauma I'm trying to plead nada I'm trying to meet god and Say I didn't mean all it Ask him if he take apology letter Rapping this shit make my talking get better Shit got too hot had to pocket my sweater Words got too harsh had to stop for the treasure I felt so wrong so I stopped gotta get it Gotta make sure I got guap for my children Not a whole year already feel like I'm winning Fix up your lens ill fit all of my vision Head to the east bay slow down I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
Writer(s): Joshua Cognetti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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