Songtexte
Yeah,
We
back
again
with
some
old
smooth
shit
for
that
ass
The
preHISTORIC
crew,
just
doing
what
we
do
It′s
"Give
a
bitch
D"
day,
third
eye
with
it
like
Hiei
Pussy
so
good
had
to
put
it
on
replay
On
the
10-West
thinking
sex
with
my
lady
I
just
met
her
last
week
on
the
strip
getting
jiggay
Girl
your
bitten
gloves
with
my
weed
tucked
in
'em
Fresh-fuck
fit
with
some
trill-ass
denim
Main
reason
why:
with
some
trill-ass
women
Why
the
fuck
you
always
hating
why
you
always
in
your
feelings
Shit
(Shit)
Now
don′t
make
me
go
cop
a
clip
Been
smoking
so
long
that
I
think
I'm
a
zip
Fuck
what
you
repping,
the
gang
that
you
with
Out
with
your
bitch
and
she's
trying
to
take
pics
Instagram,
fucked
up
as
shit
Put
me
on
blast
while
I′m
smoking
my
spiff
Now
the
whole
fucking
world
know
I
get
high
as
shit
So
here
we
go
Neck
tats
stamped,
it′s
a
fact:
I'm
getting
pussy
bro
Taking
down
women
who
was
raised
off
the
tootsie
roll
Watch
me
speak
Spanish
to
this
girl
I
don′t
even
know
Have
her
puff
weed
till
she
bleed,
no
venereal
Hahahaha,
she
just
took
a
dab
She's
coughing
so
much
that
she
just
made
me
laugh
I
might
have
to
call
her
a
cab
(you
alright?
I
though
you
was
like
"I
smoke
all
day"
and
shit.
Shut
up.)
Getting
high
to
the
sky
with
my
motherfucking
niggas
though
Looking
down
on
the
world
like
"Fuck
′em,
I
don't
need
′em
bro"
Going
up,
going
up,
going
up,
where
else
to
go
In
the
clouds,
smoking
pounds
of
the
loud,
see
a
lot
of
hoes
Okay,
back
on
my
grizzy
Act
as
a
javelin
and
stab
through
the
city
Metro-bus
used
to
take
a
buck-fifty
On
my
way
to
see
my
bitch,
give
a
gift,
suck
her
titty
(I'm
bout
to
get
some
pussy)
Play
PS1
till
I
sleep
for
a
week
Till
some
shoes
come
out
that
I
really
really
need
(I'm
bout
to
cop
some
new
J′s)
Or
my
weed
run
out
and
the
chilling
ain′t
cheap
Fuck
around
and
have
to
play
the
villain
this
week
Okay,
you
don't
know
I
smoke
′Dro,
don't
do
blow
Live
life
long,
bitch
I′m
cold
Bitch
you
old,
grandpa
Moe
No
no,
we
on
the
same
old
shit
We
get
turnt
up,
cut
a
few
bricks
Rollin
a
hundred
spiffs,
watch
two
flicks
Nigga
that's
just
how
it
is,
{is}
Nigga
that′s
just
how
it
is,
is
Ah
yeah
sound
like
D'Angelo,
telling
somebody
just
how
it
is,
just
how
it
is
Okay,
here
we
go,
oh
oh-oh,
here
we
go,
oh
Can't
neat
me,
run
in
circle
like
a
Cheerio
Here
we
go,
oh,
oh
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