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Chop out the roof yeah I don't know what else to do
Revert the juice I just be dripping like Soup
Bible, pistol, Feel like I'm Dr. Seuss I might miss you
But I got too much to lose
I'm getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired
The biggest desire, Walk in the room like Messiah
Gotta go get up my
Knowledge, Then put the cash in the column
We keep the pint in the bottle Double cup cold Colorado
She want me to tie up the knot she tell me she love me a lot
Have em slide down your street with a mop
Count my money and move like the mob
Pop a bean while I'm drinkin' a nos I'ma sinner my bitch is a nun
I be smoking a pound by the ton got me sitting too close to the sun
I'm gettin' higher, If they asking I'm payin' they bond
I stand right up in danger I don't even run
Let em tell it they say I'm the one make America great
I ain't f*ckin' with Trump, Play my cards in the game like it's tonk
Roll exotic I'm smelling like Skunk, kicked my last hoe for trippin' I gotta be blunt
In the back with the stick, Ricky ride in the front
And I'm rolling sticky, No I ain't been on them beans in a minute
And my bro got a F he gone still tote a blicky
Stick gon' pull up nine milli I hollow my tips
Oh that's yo hoe that's my hoe too ain't trippin' we sharing that bitch
That my brother my kind bet he ride with them glicks
Richard Millie my mind, We came right from the Nicks
Im getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired, the biggest desire
Walk in the room like Messiah, Gotta go get up my knowledge
Then put the cash in a column
We keep the pint in the bottle, Double cup cold Colorado
Walk up designer the store, Bitch all my pockets enormous
What type of timin' you on
Bout to pop out with some shit for you to hate on
Woe'd with stick he move just like Mulan
These niggas talk what they finna do, I want this shit to infinity
I can't fall off boy these shoes came from Italy
The sky is the limit and I feel just like Biggie
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Chop out the roof yeah I don't know what else to do
Revert the juice I just be dripping like Soup
Bible, pistol, Feel like I'm Dr. Seuss I might miss you
But I got too much to lose
I'm getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired
The biggest desire, Walk in the room like Messiah
Gotta go get up my
Knowledge, Then put the cash in the column
We keep the pint in the bottle Double cup cold Colorado
She want me to tie up the knot she tell me she love me a lot
Have em slide down your street with a mop
Count my money and move like the mob
Pop a bean while I'm drinkin' a nos I'ma sinner my bitch is a nun
I be smoking a pound by the ton got me sitting too close to the sun
I'm gettin' higher, If they asking I'm payin' they bond
I stand right up in danger I don't even run
Let em tell it they say I'm the one make America great
I ain't f*ckin' with Trump, Play my cards in the game like it's tonk
Roll exotic I'm smelling like Skunk, kicked my last hoe for trippin' I gotta be blunt
In the back with the stick, Ricky ride in the front
And I'm rolling sticky, No I ain't been on them beans in a minute
And my bro got a F he gone still tote a blicky
Stick gon' pull up nine milli I hollow my tips
Oh that's yo hoe that's my hoe too ain't trippin' we sharing that bitch
That my brother my kind bet he ride with them glicks
Richard Millie my mind, We came right from the Nicks
Im getting higher, Wock in my arms got me tired, the biggest desire
Walk in the room like Messiah, Gotta go get up my knowledge
Then put the cash in a column
We keep the pint in the bottle, Double cup cold Colorado
Walk up designer the store, Bitch all my pockets enormous
What type of timin' you on
Bout to pop out with some shit for you to hate on
Woe'd with stick he move just like Mulan
These niggas talk what they finna do, I want this shit to infinity
I can't fall off boy these shoes came from Italy
The sky is the limit and I feel just like Biggie
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Writer: COLIN LEVY, CORDEL BURRELL, JEROME JACKSON, KEVIN BLAIR, O'NEIL EDWARDS
Copyright: Lyrics © CTSO MUSIC (REFERENCE), BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Cloud9

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