paroles de chanson Herb Park Legend - Frommetoyou.Bo

Selling weed and Stu sessions
That's my going out money
Im not going out funny
Fuck you talking about buddy
Gone' send you to the sky
See what god think about ya
I got red in my eyes
Ya bitch my cup came muddy yeah
Herb Park Legend
I was fifteen with the dime bag
The kid was never ever stressing my brothers pistol in his backpack
Want a two seat no hatch back
Don't front shit where my cash at
My old bitch sell pussy on Cashapp
Bitch bring the money home

Got the cheese provolone
She with me left you at home
Smoking on veggies homegrown
Leftover spaghetti hit the soul
Why is Italian food still good cold
Italian leather all black coat
Smile for the camera finger on the golds
Bitch waiting for me wherever I go
Made fifty K last year now I need about fifty to go up round here
Bitch cause I gave my all for real
If I don't answer your call I'm sorry no not really
All I do is work for real
Protecting my energy no one do it like me father of my recipe
They ain't got no sex appeal
Your bitch want the best of me the fit that I'm rocking is straight out the seventies
Red velvet track pants he look like he sell some weed
Old math teacher kicked me out I smelled like tree
Five years later now he trying to smoke with me

Selling weed and Stu sessions
That's my going out money
Im not going out funny
Fuck you talking about buddy
Gone' send you to the sky
See what god think about ya
I got red in my eyes
Ya bitch my cup came muddy yeah
Herb Park Legend
I was fifteen with the dime bag
The kid was never ever stressing my brothers pistol in his backpack
Want a two seat no hatch back
Don't front shit where my cash at
My old bitch sell pussy on Cashapp
Bitch bring the money home