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Oliver Francis

23 (bby thnk u)

 

23 (bby thnk u)

(album: if you need a friend - 2015)


Purple stuff in my double cup
Roll a blunt and get high as fuck
Man, your bitch, she on my nuts
Y'all want the shit, then we finna bust
Y'all mad at me, y'all mad at me
Y'all shoot at me, y'all stab at me
I'm lonely, and I'm unhappy
I'm feeling sick, cause I'm so sad
And I might just end my life
Cause this shit is lifeless
I'm icy, so fucking icy
Might leave you blinded
I'm ballin, like michael jordan
I'm in the foreign, you know it
I make it rain, yeah I make it pourin
It ain't fair
Screaming, and crying
This shit in my pillow
Watching the rain, as it falls down the window
I'm gettin money, this shit is so simple
I put a hole through a op in the temple like damn
All of your bitches, they think I'm the man
No I ain't playin
Reppin the city like I was the mayor
Swingin my hair
Rollin the swisher
You know that I'm blowin the smoke in the air
You know that I'm blowin the smoke in the air

Ballin like I'm Jordan
Only 23
Rollin up the jumpman
In the swisher sweet
Throw the bands in the air
If she do it good
I been out here gettin money
Like you knew I would

Sit low, sip slow
Blunt full of that mistletoe
Stripper ho in tokyo, shawty gimme that sushi roll
I throw the cash, she work the pole
She pick it up, she drop it low
I'm blowin dope, in that gold rope
With that pinky ring, and my shit glow
Like Van Gogh, starry night
Big blunt, syrup in the sprite
She feelin lit and she feelin light
She in the sheets and she spend the night
Y'all hating on me, I'm living life
Spending money, I'm getting mine
That yellow bone, with that lemon lime
Got bad bitches, with the thickest thighs
We showed out and we turnt up
Purple stuff, 2 white cups
Two big blunts, straight to the face
And I'm spillin ace on two white sluts
Spillin ace on my new Nikes
Big blunt, syrup in the sprite
You ain't fuckin with the cloudboys man...
Cause they too nice

Ballin like I'm Jordan
Only 23
Rollin up the jumpman
In the swisher sweet
Throw the bands in the air
If she do it good
I been out here gettin money
Like you knew I would

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