Smoking on exotic catch me floating like a astronaut
Riding wit a rocket, finna run the score on all the opps
Yea I need my profit, anti social, i don't talk a lot
Zippers on my pockets, gettn overwhelmed by the
B*tch Im a star, covered up in war scars
I don't have luv scars, I ain't never had a heart
I was in the deep End, I was swimming with the sharks
Had to get that green in, servin junkies after dark
Got no time for a b*tch
Younging tryna get rich
I was posted on that strip
Blood drippn on my kicks
I was really in the mix
Riding round with that stick
Had to tighten up my clique
Cuz these n*ggas counterfeit
Grinding like I got a son
Grinding like I am the one
And I'm steady on one
Cause I gotta get my funds
I aint worry bout none
Screaming f*ck the bullshit
When I told them about my dreams, niggas overlooked it
I don't feel pain when I'm gone off the drugs
Left my heart in the cold, so I can't fall in love
Put it on my soul I ain't never giving up
Ima make a way just to get up out the mud
Ima cash cow
Finna run dem digits right now
Shawty tryna f*ck me tell that bitch pull up rn
Keep the 40 on me, nigga I will never stand down
Peep some niggas hating, yea I know them niggas mad now
Ain't no looking back
Took a L, I'm coming back
Get them racks and double that
We got to make it out the trap
Wrote my feelings on my sleeve
Should've wrote out all my dreams
I can barely get sum sleep
Cause them demons talk to me
My ex left me for another n*gga
Now I'm gettn str8 to them figures
Now she recognized I'm that n*gga
Now she kno that I'm gettn riches
And I'm f*cking all bad b*tches
In my DMs tellin me hit it
And u kno that my n*ggas wit it
30 shots yea we keep it with us
B*tches they come and go
FFriends come and go
I let em go
I got no feelings no more
I swear my heart is cold
No love for a soul
I gotta get to the dough
We can't be broke nomo
And that's for sure
I gotta keep me a pole
I was trained to go
And that's for sure
Wait till hit the road
Wait till I get me that check and start doing them shows
They going hate on the low
I know them n*ggas is tryna take my soul
She keep on calling and calling
Ik she see that I'm balling
Ik she like how I'm talkn
She love the way I'm evolving
Yung Kweez - Slime Harmony Lyrics
Yung Kweez - Slime Harmony Lyrics
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Smoking on exotic catch me floating like a astronaut
Riding wit a rocket, finna run the score on all the opps
Yea I need my profit, anti social, i don't talk a lot
Zippers on my pockets, gettn overwhelmed by the
B*tch Im a star, covered up in war scars
I don't have luv scars, I ain't never had a heart
I was in the deep End, I was swimming with the sharks
Had to get that green in, servin junkies after dark
Got no time for a b*tch
Younging tryna get rich
I was posted on that strip
Blood drippn on my kicks
I was really in the mix
Riding round with that stick
Had to tighten up my clique
Cuz these n*ggas counterfeit
Grinding like I got a son
Grinding like I am the one
And I'm steady on one
Cause I gotta get my funds
I aint worry bout none
Screaming f*ck the bullshit
When I told them about my dreams, niggas overlooked it
I don't feel pain when I'm gone off the drugs
Left my heart in the cold, so I can't fall in love
Put it on my soul I ain't never giving up
Ima make a way just to get up out the mud
Ima cash cow
Finna run dem digits right now
Shawty tryna f*ck me tell that bitch pull up rn
Keep the 40 on me, nigga I will never stand down
Peep some niggas hating, yea I know them niggas mad now
Ain't no looking back
Took a L, I'm coming back
Get them racks and double that
We got to make it out the trap
Wrote my feelings on my sleeve
Should've wrote out all my dreams
I can barely get sum sleep
Cause them demons talk to me
My ex left me for another n*gga
Now I'm gettn str8 to them figures
Now she recognized I'm that n*gga
Now she kno that I'm gettn riches
And I'm f*cking all bad b*tches
In my DMs tellin me hit it
And u kno that my n*ggas wit it
30 shots yea we keep it with us
B*tches they come and go
FFriends come and go
I let em go
I got no feelings no more
I swear my heart is cold
No love for a soul
I gotta get to the dough
We can't be broke nomo
And that's for sure
I gotta keep me a pole
I was trained to go
And that's for sure
Wait till hit the road
Wait till I get me that check and start doing them shows
They going hate on the low
I know them n*ggas is tryna take my soul
She keep on calling and calling
Ik she see that I'm balling
Ik she like how I'm talkn
She love the way I'm evolving
Riding wit a rocket, finna run the score on all the opps
Yea I need my profit, anti social, i don't talk a lot
Zippers on my pockets, gettn overwhelmed by the
B*tch Im a star, covered up in war scars
I don't have luv scars, I ain't never had a heart
I was in the deep End, I was swimming with the sharks
Had to get that green in, servin junkies after dark
Got no time for a b*tch
Younging tryna get rich
I was posted on that strip
Blood drippn on my kicks
I was really in the mix
Riding round with that stick
Had to tighten up my clique
Cuz these n*ggas counterfeit
Grinding like I got a son
Grinding like I am the one
And I'm steady on one
Cause I gotta get my funds
I aint worry bout none
Screaming f*ck the bullshit
When I told them about my dreams, niggas overlooked it
I don't feel pain when I'm gone off the drugs
Left my heart in the cold, so I can't fall in love
Put it on my soul I ain't never giving up
Ima make a way just to get up out the mud
Ima cash cow
Finna run dem digits right now
Shawty tryna f*ck me tell that bitch pull up rn
Keep the 40 on me, nigga I will never stand down
Peep some niggas hating, yea I know them niggas mad now
Ain't no looking back
Took a L, I'm coming back
Get them racks and double that
We got to make it out the trap
Wrote my feelings on my sleeve
Should've wrote out all my dreams
I can barely get sum sleep
Cause them demons talk to me
My ex left me for another n*gga
Now I'm gettn str8 to them figures
Now she recognized I'm that n*gga
Now she kno that I'm gettn riches
And I'm f*cking all bad b*tches
In my DMs tellin me hit it
And u kno that my n*ggas wit it
30 shots yea we keep it with us
B*tches they come and go
FFriends come and go
I let em go
I got no feelings no more
I swear my heart is cold
No love for a soul
I gotta get to the dough
We can't be broke nomo
And that's for sure
I gotta keep me a pole
I was trained to go
And that's for sure
Wait till hit the road
Wait till I get me that check and start doing them shows
They going hate on the low
I know them n*ggas is tryna take my soul
She keep on calling and calling
Ik she see that I'm balling
Ik she like how I'm talkn
She love the way I'm evolving
Writer: Kwamir Jones
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