Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
She Better get sweeping
Had a nice evening
Turned my little lady to a demon
We would feel passion and shit
So we passionately did
All of the things that be asked on the list
Cheef with the homies right after we lit
Blue jacket on me like paddington did
Like paddington did
Yuh
Baby i think imma fold
That's Why you can't come for my soul
F*ck it ok then let's roll
She rolling up backs while I drove
My hand on her back nice and slow
I'm taking this shit to the top if you got any problems well don't let me know
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
Okay well I'm back and I'm better
Making plays keep the map on a cellular
Bumpin Denzel on the regular
I'm a cash maniac I'm tellin ya
Wait till it's actually sellin ya
Wait till I'm actually head of ya
In front of the line I ain't smellin ya
I got odors for riches and digits
I'm mindless as f*ck so I probably won't get it
My head out the window I'm bumpin my shit and my laces be tuck cause these bitches be trippin
I wanna rock with my double ray vision
Sending this shit and I'm burning your kitchen
The temperature rose cause it's j that they listen
Like I'm d rose I go hard for a minute
Why don't they see mama
I know what they need mama
I'm tryna feed mama
But I do not see commas
It's always gets worse when I see trauma
I'm trying to plead nada
I'm trying to meet god and
Say I didn't mean all it
Ask him if he take apology letter
Rapping this shit make my talking get better
Shit got too hot had to pocket my sweater
Words got too harsh had to stop for the treasure
I felt so wrong so I stopped gotta get it
Gotta make sure I got guap for my children
Not a whole year already feel like I'm winning
Fix up your lens ill fit all of my vision
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
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Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
She Better get sweeping
Had a nice evening
Turned my little lady to a demon
We would feel passion and shit
So we passionately did
All of the things that be asked on the list
Cheef with the homies right after we lit
Blue jacket on me like paddington did
Like paddington did
Yuh
Baby i think imma fold
That's Why you can't come for my soul
F*ck it ok then let's roll
She rolling up backs while I drove
My hand on her back nice and slow
I'm taking this shit to the top if you got any problems well don't let me know
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
Okay well I'm back and I'm better
Making plays keep the map on a cellular
Bumpin Denzel on the regular
I'm a cash maniac I'm tellin ya
Wait till it's actually sellin ya
Wait till I'm actually head of ya
In front of the line I ain't smellin ya
I got odors for riches and digits
I'm mindless as f*ck so I probably won't get it
My head out the window I'm bumpin my shit and my laces be tuck cause these bitches be trippin
I wanna rock with my double ray vision
Sending this shit and I'm burning your kitchen
The temperature rose cause it's j that they listen
Like I'm d rose I go hard for a minute
Why don't they see mama
I know what they need mama
I'm tryna feed mama
But I do not see commas
It's always gets worse when I see trauma
I'm trying to plead nada
I'm trying to meet god and
Say I didn't mean all it
Ask him if he take apology letter
Rapping this shit make my talking get better
Shit got too hot had to pocket my sweater
Words got too harsh had to stop for the treasure
I felt so wrong so I stopped gotta get it
Gotta make sure I got guap for my children
Not a whole year already feel like I'm winning
Fix up your lens ill fit all of my vision
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
She Better get sweeping
Had a nice evening
Turned my little lady to a demon
We would feel passion and shit
So we passionately did
All of the things that be asked on the list
Cheef with the homies right after we lit
Blue jacket on me like paddington did
Like paddington did
Yuh
Baby i think imma fold
That's Why you can't come for my soul
F*ck it ok then let's roll
She rolling up backs while I drove
My hand on her back nice and slow
I'm taking this shit to the top if you got any problems well don't let me know
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
Okay well I'm back and I'm better
Making plays keep the map on a cellular
Bumpin Denzel on the regular
I'm a cash maniac I'm tellin ya
Wait till it's actually sellin ya
Wait till I'm actually head of ya
In front of the line I ain't smellin ya
I got odors for riches and digits
I'm mindless as f*ck so I probably won't get it
My head out the window I'm bumpin my shit and my laces be tuck cause these bitches be trippin
I wanna rock with my double ray vision
Sending this shit and I'm burning your kitchen
The temperature rose cause it's j that they listen
Like I'm d rose I go hard for a minute
Why don't they see mama
I know what they need mama
I'm tryna feed mama
But I do not see commas
It's always gets worse when I see trauma
I'm trying to plead nada
I'm trying to meet god and
Say I didn't mean all it
Ask him if he take apology letter
Rapping this shit make my talking get better
Shit got too hot had to pocket my sweater
Words got too harsh had to stop for the treasure
I felt so wrong so I stopped gotta get it
Gotta make sure I got guap for my children
Not a whole year already feel like I'm winning
Fix up your lens ill fit all of my vision
Head to the east bay slow down
I don't got raris but I drive fast just to show now
What is she worth vintage shirt and the top down
I don't got worth but I put work just to make sounds
Kicked to the curb what's that dirt all in my house
Writer: Joshua Cognetti
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave