Lyrics Thousand Miles 2 - Summrs Archive

Ayy, yo that's Nick
BenjiCold, why you icy?
Huh, woah, yeah, woah, woah-oh
Oh, uh-huh
Woah, yeah-huh, ha

3.5 in my wood
Bad bitch from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-shit-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you
Said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans (yeah)

For you, baby I'm a fiend (go, go, go)
Been doing what I'm supposed to do, bitch what you mean?
And I wouldn't fuck around behind yo' back, bitch what you mean? Yeah
Bitches pocket watch, tryna see how much I got up in my jeans

She say I'm a dope fiend, with that shit right up my G
She was cross-faded off the rum and the molly
I ain't fuckin' around with none of these niggas, they my seeds (yeah)
Been stuck at the top for a couple years, ain't no in between (yeah)

You might can't see that bitch but I promise it's in my jeans (yeah)
That nigga a ho, that nigga a joke, that nigga so green
R-I-N-O, I don't need no fuckin' team
With a D-R-A-C-O, and that bitch got a banana

Walked up in the fuckin' show
They tryna put a nigga on camera
Filled my cup up with the dope
I'm rocking a pineapple Fanta
Tinted windows on the Phantom
XD-45 Hammer
His lil' shit just jammed up
Oh my God, he's so dumb

I don't give a fuck where you from
All my niggas all up to somethin'
And I got this lil' bitch so sprung
I got 'bout 30 sticks up in the trunk
Talkin' down then yo' ass get slumped
Got a B-A-M on the side of my shit
Okay, can't fit in my denim, yeah

3.5 in my wood
Bad bitch from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-shit-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you
Said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans