paroles de chanson ohreally - Quadjay Sport

Drunk off the henny
Gun auto semi
I wander around the cosmos
You can call me Timmy
Fairly odd conception
Got no squad to question
Cookie Kush, thank god, I'm high, it's a blessing
Look man there he go again
Everyone notice him
Outfit that dope as shit
Hair filled with petroleum
I rock the hi-tech
I only got the fly shit
And every cute chubby chick that love to lick on my dick
A cruel joke
A new dope
Type of style that run wild like Bobby Brown when he do coke
I live life too risky
I got a bottle of whisky
I'm breaking down some tree, got my hands too sticky
All I drink is dark liquor
I'm not a mark nigga
Ak-47, I'm hitting whoever cart bigger on the THC
Smoked every strain, from A to Z
Tulsa nigga to the end so I see how they ended up hating me
It's a stick, not a gar
Need a lick by tomorrow
Snatch ya chain that yo local pawn shop could just borrow
I get drunker than the usual
Wild out and become delusional
The drinks hit the system harder, my flow get more confusing so
Keep going on about how I'm a boss
Chicken wings with mild sauce
Niggas think I'm the coolest but nah dawg not at all
I'm a 90s nigga
4eva a grimy nigga
Always too loyal, always trynna catch a body with ya
Supposed to be like Ghost with the style of Rae
I kid you not at the spot of the house party, they know I don't play
I ain't no class act nigga
I smack niggas
Leave
Then shoot the bitch like "LOOK IM BACK NIGGA"

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