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(专辑: Introversion - 2015)
[Starlito:] Don't matter just don't bite it, and don't spill my cup And I
don't want the
bottle unless they sell mine up She wanna fuck in my car, so we fucked in the
trunk Mr. Officer you handcuffing or what? For hundred dollar two liter I
pour that shit up I
owe this nigga, but I
don't give a
fuck Just made sixty off the
road damn right, I
scrape this shit up Going back and forth that [?] I'm in grade with the
plug [x2] Take what they want, they think I
play for the
son I
come from straight running guns, my heart don't play one on one I
sip that drink till I'm numb, and I'm impatiently dumb Like once our dude calls you an Uber you can stay 'till they come Your ho just smoke up your grass yeah, your last yeah Just been spent sixty racks on taxes, just last year Got me back selling bags yeah, no halfs yeah Pouring Hi-tech out the
glass, yeah, don't know how I
ain't crashed yet [x2] [Kevin Gates:] When crunch time all the
youngins go to sticking shit up Outside with that iron while they clinking the
club Booty plump, she got trunk, shawty shaking her rump I've been gone a
couple months trying to see what is what Quita know matter what I
swear I
love her to death When I
was fucked up all the
girls, she was the
only one there Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the
scale When the
money go flipping all the
herb go to hell Ya tell her oh well, get weed from somebody else Designer stitching on my denim you could tell by the
belt Vacuum suction on the
[?], lips murdered the
blunt By the
time you go to hit it ain't the
shit for your lungs [Starlito:] Your ho just smoke up your grass yeah, your last yeah Just been spent sixty racks on taxes, just last year Got me back selling bags yeah, no halfs yeah Pouring Hi-tech out the
glass, yeah, don't know how I
ain't crashed yet [x2]