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(альбом: Trust The Process - 2017)


Cali for the week Rodeo driving
Flowing baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah
Everything foreign
It's lit!

Cali for the week Rodeo driving
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibing
I just made a play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top

I can't ever let you niggas box me
If I do, I'm going out like Rocky
Couple pretty pieces in my driveway
I can't let the drama in my mind space
Thinking 'bout my future, so my kid's straight
Living life like everyday a holiday
Put that on my dawg though, we been at the condo
Me and Cali Kush can go together, that's a combo
Yeah, goddamn, probly' with the fam'
If she got that jelly, this a muthafucking jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If she got that jelly, this a muthafucking jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, and we vibing
Out in Miami, I've been whiping on Collins
Speaking of struggle, you don't know nothing 'bout it
Speaking of struggle, you don't know nothing 'bout it

Cali for the week Rodeo driving
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibing
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top

Cooling in the [?]
Hit 'em with the game, and we off the chain
Cooling wit some things
Saint Laurent the frames
Swirving out the lane
Catch ya' lady slipping I'm gon' beat her out the frame
Don't promote the violence
Made our way from Broward
Gripping so much sauce, I might need a towel
I can't hold my bowels, shitting on you cowards
You can still be pussy with that money and that power
Ayy, I got the money on my mind
Money on my line
I need every dime
If it's me or you bitch, I'm gon' make it every time
Cheffing in the kitchen, these are culinary rhymes (ayy)

And we vibing
Out in L.A. I got the neighborhood watching
We out in Broward, we gon' stop by the projects
Keep a one-hundred, stack your money the concept

Cali for the week Rodeo driving
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibing
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top

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