Lyrics

Smoke hella woods get to laughin I gotta roll up, Baby fucked up the last one Moved out the Kaine so quit asking Smoke hella woods get to laughin I got to roll up Baby fucked up the last one Moved out the Kaine so quit asking It wasn't no more hoes I could hit We done crashed 'em Ain't running from no one, we active We posted like magnets on fridges and cabinets Y'all worn out like old clothes and fabrics This king shit so please stay the fuck from my palace They censor my bitch she the baddest I dive in that ocean and feel like T Kravitz I crash it then disappear on her like magic And when I want head I just pop up like static You lagging you don't put in work like sabboth Flip it then re up then weigh up and bag it Racks don't mean shit I been had it Might go broke for fun cause I love me a challenge I'm too hype I smoke for a balance This Za got me stuck in my head like a cowlick Might roll up so much that my fingers turned callous Got bows in this bitch we gone need us pallet Bitch got all this baggage and thought I wouldn't trip Love pussy and money it's all that I get The first time we met she was all on my dick Ain't met a bitch yet that I thought I couldn't hit Yeah we all with the shit Just choose to be player The man in my city, I feel like the mayor Yo bitch on my page better say you a prayer Cause hoes known to slide down on me like conveyers Don't feel like finessing, I'd rather just pay her Too busy bagging and flipping these flavors Since I was a minor been doing shit major This shit off the muscle too I need some Bayer I'm sayin, I'm gone
Writer(s): Kwyn Harley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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