Текст песни Sesh - SPECS

Yeah
Yeah
You know it ain′t a good morning without a - without a smoke
Yeah
Good morning
Yeah

Raw Papers
That's the shit I′m using daily
I take it back
I'll shout them out when they decide to pay me
I might smoke a pound or two when I'm with the homies
Pull my weed out and these bitches acting like they know me
Cloud Nine
Where I spend my off days
Do you got a lighter
Man you know I got one always
I lost some though
Bum hoes pocket them
Call me Specs McQueen bitch you know I stay shocking them
Pussy like a pimple
Cuz they just keep on popping them
My life is so simple
Don′t compare me to ′Pac and them
Give me some years
Give you bitches my all
I would call myself mighty
But them motherfuckers fall
Instead I call myself Lonzo
I am known to ball
Ex bitch blocked my number
She don't wanna see my calls
I′m about to die alone
I guess I can't have it all
Shit ain′t really perfect yeah the writing on the wall
I been told we can't have it all yet
Fall in love with strippers but dawg I ain′t Offset
Bout to Takeoff wit my bad and boujie bitch
We come from different worlds but we both wanna get rich
Wait
Versace Versace I'm tryna call the Illuminati
I'm speeding I′m swerving I swear I feel like Ricky Bobby
Ain′t no Talladega nights where I come from
Bitches on my dick I swear they all too humdrum
And yeah I rap a lil different
My shit ain't burnt lil homie I ain′t with it
I'm just chilling on the side Lil homie why you tripping
This a smoke break I don′t wanna see no sipping
Pass the herb I said bitch pass the herb
Your man don't want a hit then your man a fucking nerd
I said
What′s the word I said bitch what's the word
What's the
What′s the
Aye