Lyrics

Out the gate I look like cinnamon With brown sugar On coffee cake This melanin No preserves, no aftertaste No massa hate it Emancipated Boy off the chain Like that, aye See we park and talk We see the lights, we never mind Proceed the spark We Nike Nike, we Adidas We Reebok She seen about, got to know more Don't believe me now Like that, say Pull aside, park the car, crack the feel Sun go down, finna dash, bout to dip Need the cash, quick and fast, need to quit It's a vibe, just a vibe all it is I'm peakin', I'm high-ed up on my Mama, you something else Got me peakin', I'm high-ed up baby I don't know what this is I'm peakin', I'm high-ed up on my Mama, you something else Got me peakin', I'm high-ed up baby I don't know what this is Right now I'm full lit You foolish, this choclate My soul cleanse My bro get it, these hoes with it It's moist too Guess I'd appropriate If I had a choice to Like that, aye Bitch, I'm Little Walter With a bigger bark off hella Hen' And a bit of vodka I did a song, might spit it wrong And still Milly Rocking That's CPR, that's olive oil He really poppin' Like that, say Pull aside, park the car, crack the feel Sun go down, finna dash, bout to dip Need the cash, quick and fast, need to quit It's a vibe, just a vibe all it is I'm peakin', I'm high-ed up on my Mama, you something else Got me peakin', I'm high-ed up baby I don't know what this is I'm peakin', I'm high-ed up on my Mama, you something else Got me peakin', I'm high-ed up baby I don't know what this is
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Darius Ezekial Rios Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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