Tequila liquor made my dog Insane
Drugs
Streets taught me lesson
Took my heart and make it freeze
All I ever wanted was a foreign chick
Smart as shit
Pretty as can be
Pull her hair
F*ck her good
She roll backwoods
In some expensive weed
She kept it too real
Always came back to beat
Walk around
Seattle like I'm a celebrity
College chick
Wanna f*ck me like she racing
Walk into the corner store feeling like a king
Pocket full of 2's blowing money like a dream
Hidden location
Sex on the beach
Smoking fire
Me and my old lady
She hustle all type of jobs
Her bank account look crazy
Mi novia
Set the standard
She supervising
Taking trips
Somewhere vacant
Took my young niggas
To Deja Vu
Sneaking liquor in stargazing
Took my bottom bitch
They gave more attention
To my old lady
Our trips is private
Smoking top shelf
Tree
From Bellevue way
Just came back from Portland
Headed to Marymoor
To go set a stage
Baby mama trippin
Told the bitch shut up listen
I'm too busy out here getting paid
You full of excuses
You ended up useless
Get the f*ck out my face
She pull looking like a fashion model
I'm the type to buy the mall
Seen him with his bag and he dropped the ball
Lazed him through my lras
Called for fire
Spot like aderal
My dick up in her kidneys
She can't take the friction
Beat it up
Then she go make some eggs up in the kitchen
About two weeks been missing
Hidden location
Out of sight
All these niggas want my attention
Oh they would I'm wishin
New to this music shit I'm
Not into dissing
On the road to riches
Class of 19
Gonna be winning
What you surprised?
Ridin in a fiscal I'm in my prime
Pull up in a space shuttle
Not see lick like this again
I'm ready to ride
Enmascarar
Get the win
Recorded in a closet
Nigga I'm going live
You know what to do
You make all the moves
You ain't got shit to prove
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Tequila liquor made my dog Insane
Drugs
Streets taught me lesson
Took my heart and make it freeze
All I ever wanted was a foreign chick
Smart as shit
Pretty as can be
Pull her hair
F*ck her good
She roll backwoods
In some expensive weed
She kept it too real
Always came back to beat
Walk around
Seattle like I'm a celebrity
College chick
Wanna f*ck me like she racing
Walk into the corner store feeling like a king
Pocket full of 2's blowing money like a dream
Hidden location
Sex on the beach
Smoking fire
Me and my old lady
She hustle all type of jobs
Her bank account look crazy
Mi novia
Set the standard
She supervising
Taking trips
Somewhere vacant
Took my young niggas
To Deja Vu
Sneaking liquor in stargazing
Took my bottom bitch
They gave more attention
To my old lady
Our trips is private
Smoking top shelf
Tree
From Bellevue way
Just came back from Portland
Headed to Marymoor
To go set a stage
Baby mama trippin
Told the bitch shut up listen
I'm too busy out here getting paid
You full of excuses
You ended up useless
Get the f*ck out my face
She pull looking like a fashion model
I'm the type to buy the mall
Seen him with his bag and he dropped the ball
Lazed him through my lras
Called for fire
Spot like aderal
My dick up in her kidneys
She can't take the friction
Beat it up
Then she go make some eggs up in the kitchen
About two weeks been missing
Hidden location
Out of sight
All these niggas want my attention
Oh they would I'm wishin
New to this music shit I'm
Not into dissing
On the road to riches
Class of 19
Gonna be winning
What you surprised?
Ridin in a fiscal I'm in my prime
Pull up in a space shuttle
Not see lick like this again
I'm ready to ride
Enmascarar
Get the win
Recorded in a closet
Nigga I'm going live
You know what to do
You make all the moves
You ain't got shit to prove
Drugs
Streets taught me lesson
Took my heart and make it freeze
All I ever wanted was a foreign chick
Smart as shit
Pretty as can be
Pull her hair
F*ck her good
She roll backwoods
In some expensive weed
She kept it too real
Always came back to beat
Walk around
Seattle like I'm a celebrity
College chick
Wanna f*ck me like she racing
Walk into the corner store feeling like a king
Pocket full of 2's blowing money like a dream
Hidden location
Sex on the beach
Smoking fire
Me and my old lady
She hustle all type of jobs
Her bank account look crazy
Mi novia
Set the standard
She supervising
Taking trips
Somewhere vacant
Took my young niggas
To Deja Vu
Sneaking liquor in stargazing
Took my bottom bitch
They gave more attention
To my old lady
Our trips is private
Smoking top shelf
Tree
From Bellevue way
Just came back from Portland
Headed to Marymoor
To go set a stage
Baby mama trippin
Told the bitch shut up listen
I'm too busy out here getting paid
You full of excuses
You ended up useless
Get the f*ck out my face
She pull looking like a fashion model
I'm the type to buy the mall
Seen him with his bag and he dropped the ball
Lazed him through my lras
Called for fire
Spot like aderal
My dick up in her kidneys
She can't take the friction
Beat it up
Then she go make some eggs up in the kitchen
About two weeks been missing
Hidden location
Out of sight
All these niggas want my attention
Oh they would I'm wishin
New to this music shit I'm
Not into dissing
On the road to riches
Class of 19
Gonna be winning
What you surprised?
Ridin in a fiscal I'm in my prime
Pull up in a space shuttle
Not see lick like this again
I'm ready to ride
Enmascarar
Get the win
Recorded in a closet
Nigga I'm going live
You know what to do
You make all the moves
You ain't got shit to prove
Writer: Cecilia Diaz, Jonathan Williams, Yenny Diaz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid