Lyrics Desert Whip - Alex PGSV

Moving slow, she never told
That she wants to go home
(Has she had enough)
Blue and gold, the colors glow
That′s what we say when we're both stoned
(Had enough)
Know I got my problems
Come up to the crib every night so we can solve ′em
Up every morning for the cake
Take that slice, make it last all year now we're ballin'
The police sounds in C town, the weed loud
G67 with the seat down, and I′m playin with her titties
In the motherfuckin′ Jeep now
Blonde hair, skinny bitch (BLOW!)
With the rooftop gone, and her mood popped on
With the itty bitty waist
The devil in her dress, coming at me like a satanic ritual
Thank god all this shit is subliminal
Moonlight strolls through the city with the beat dun blastin'
Going up in flames in the casket
Back in the backseat, mood like a criminal
Rapper, trapper, keep it rollin′
Smoke it, cook it, hot box, smoking
Whip it, whip it, whip it, I bleed
Goin', chakra, desert, scene
I know she got head so good, she got a bounty
In a bad mood because of people all around me
Moved out the city to the hills, bored of doing pills
Got me rolling in a different county
Best sex ever in the valley
Call me up Coachella, I′m a seller and I'm only selling brownies
Got so lost in my mind, but I found me
Selling out shows, you know anything about me
Where you gonna go when the sky falls
Where you gonna go when the sock hops
Where you gonna go when you see cops
Stupid motherfucker in the whip, hot box
What you doing if you see a bitch levitate
I don′t gloat, but I float when I levitate
Just dun bought me a yacht, we can celebrate
Only smoke chronic when I medicate
Moving slow, she never told
That she wants to go home
(Has she had enough)
Blue and gold, the colors glow
That's what we say when we're both stoned
(Had enough)
Know I always keep my promise
I am just a kid from a city so I cannot be dishonest
Dick so gold, it′s outrageous
You gonna want fuck when we famous
I′m with the clique we skrt
Off the trip we skrt skrt
Foreign whip we skrt
And she even let me move my fingers up her skirt
Oh what occurred, we going absurd
We going third ward like it's pots up in the kitchen
Cooking dinner with my bitches
And we feelin′ like its stitches so I stack up all the riches in hand like
BANG BANG BANG
How they hang, with the Southside fade
It's the Southside gang where they wanna take your chain off
Always wanna hit Rodeo with the banks off
East to the west when I take off
Bake another brownie for the bake off
Whip goin′ 90 with the brakes off
Don't you see me tryna finish, in a bad mood
David Bowie in his youth, I′m a bad dude
And we never up to good, got a bad crew
Ever since I stood up, it's been old news
Hit me up if you think anything is past due
And I know you miss it when I had you
Rapper, trapper, keep it rollin'
Smoke it, cook it, hot box, smoking
Whip it, whip it, whip it, I bleed
Goin′, chakra, desert, scene
Moving slow, she never told
That she wants to go home
(Has she had enough)
Blue and gold, the colors glow
That′s what we say when we're both stoned
(Had enough)