Hold dat hold dat in that new black new black How y'all doing never seen a bitch like that before Never seen somebody move her legs like that
Just in time feeling fine blowing dimes till I'm paralyzed Let it ride let it ride through the dirty south That's where I shine getting high like what chu' worry bout Paralyzed by your mind tryn wear you out And them thighs super sized pick my poison likes its science oh my gosh Young and growing up and shit still tryna be a child And baby girl been tripping cuz she seen I been around Bitch I, bitch I, bitch, been about it Everybody with me stylin' with the newest flavors We all fluent in that stupid language who gon' save us I call up Peyton like he made it oh you think you major The same vacation bitch we stayin' Oh you so outdated I see my style years later Plus the homies in your squad sound like they racist Just because we white don't mean I treat you like my neighbor I'm here from cooking up I never waited on my waiter Counting paper while I chill, and smoke Down in southern California what it do Man I hope that we can live like we wanna 21 years of nostalgia Smelling like a backwoods swimming through the water Young and here today but then my ass be gone tomorrow But I probably should be dead the reaper think I'm precious cargo Thats why we going where we can smoke, let the fans know Decent tree I got the bank roll who got the fuego You know the homie had his hands full Check out the ven tho Backstage I'm like who mans tho Don't make me cancel I ain't your friend bro Like hold you see me walking Christopher Walken I roll up as if I'm golfing Cause bitch I'm flossing You show you got us nauseous Homie stop it I told y'all I keep it lawless Swim with the dolphins Just in time, feeling fine blowing dimes just in time just in time Cause tops done the wrong to a man top done the wrong to a man Bitch I, Bitch I been about it 21 years of nostalgiaYou might also like
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #20838968