歌词
This whole about the bitch is stupid
Ah-ah-ah
Okay
Look how we drunk
There's funk
There's no police
Fuck man, the day is great
The day's launch
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Ayy, I want 'em
How about join
She say can, you don't want
I make thousands and throw them into parties
And just me having fun
Pollo code, just as me
And about this Louis V
She got niggas on her side
Still she want see me win her
Bitch, I choose her
Fuck ya new friends
She got a nigga back home but I'm cool with that
She's not about the money
She's want you do to her
20 shots and 18 more I ain't losing her
Three bitch they turn thirsty they in Fee G
We shot a movie and clip ain't PG (no)
Came alone and from hustle with my CD
I was saving on my Kansas so I can live (oh, no-no!)
I didn't wanna change right there (no no)
But I had changed my dreams for being erased (being erased)
I did nigga wish, I made it happen
I just like green so now I'm laughing (laughing...)
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Both these niggas stain (stain), I don't need to
I feel like I do want (yah)
You too see through
I ain't fucking lie
I don't need you
So much in my lies (guess)
Disappear you (yeah)
That your bitch, what she lie about (come on)
This was a city, we just fly out (go on)
Nappy sipping getting high now (high)
Capping merits and I fly out (take)
Take check on my pocket and I throw it on a floor nigga (yah)
None of this is false, knew my son up in a Porsche nigga (skrr)
Treat like a score my whole team out on a core with us (right)
Argue with the strongest we go harder 'cause it's war on us
I came from the bottom I deserve it, I swerving (I know)
Foreigners in my car that a punches, I'm perfect (okay)
My bitch need a buck, she work it, she earned (yah)
Now the tables has turned in a luck, I'm waking (yah)
Things are in a glass, I like 'em shit burning (ah)
Now I get the parking, get a bugger, fucking my chain (ah)
I've been through the bad and came out a different person (person)
I'ma making it last since it's my night served
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Take your bitch to my hideout
This shit suit her, get in
How about
I got joint rollers
I got real crushes
I got joint papers
I got real crushes on me?
Yung Terp makes me drip