Lyrics Garden of Eden - Jose A

I be chilling in the garden
On this beat, I go retarded
For the money, I be starving
You should've really restarted
All the choices that you make
Boy we are on a different plate
Boy get that shit out my face
Boy you know who's really great
Young Jose
Best in the state
That's how it goes
The music flames
With the beats
I go insane
Fuck is this
We do not play
Any games
I've been making waves
Twenty sixteen, my intro to lames
They've been trying to get in the way
But broke boy, we don't think the same

No, we don't think the same
I'm in a different lane
Fuck these lames
They've been hating on my government name
What a shame
All my old friends turned to opps
Imma get them at they spot
As soon as I hear the drop
And I don't care who else I got
Fuck you heard
I don't take L's
Yeah she funny
Just like Chappelle
We broke up
All through the mail
I don't care
This that shit that will sell

In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden
In the garden

In the Garden of Eden
In the Garden of Eden
Yeah my bitch bad as fuck
Yeah she come from Sweden
In the Garden of Eden
In the Garden of Eden
Yeah my bitch bad as fuck
Yeah she come from Sweden

Yeah my bitch she bad
Yeah she got that Gucci bag
And that Louis fanny pack
Yeah she all about that
Getting money type of bag
And I'm really with that
And that ass on fat
Imma hit it from the back

Don't even smoke
But got gelato connects
Don't fuck with the set
You might get stood on your neck
For that disrespect
Boy you keep talking that shit
Wash ya mouth and close ya lips
That thot just gave me some head
And you still give her a kiss

Talking shit on us
That be looking super sus
You in love with us
This girl wants me to fucking nut
Tryna bust, but my tolerance high
She'll blow me all through the night
Her jaw locked, she looking surprised
Head in the whip, that's the vibes

Getting sloppy
Yeah she giving toppy
Yeah we rocking
Now we both moving like zombies
She on top me
Beat that pussy, Rocky
No three four on my back
But I'm still big papi

Back in my garden estate
Looking great
Got a couple of things on my plate
You hate
Everything I say
But I touched down
With ya bae

She talk bout you
She said you's a lame
And all that hate
Inside your heart
Makes you a hoe
Damn, What a shame