Letras
Hey, yeah
Hold up, I'm just smoking
I'm just smoking
It go left, right, step
Left, right, step
Left, right, step
Left, right, step
Yo, I'm back motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C-walk to this, big papa lives
Jesus Christ been sleeping at my crib
Jesus Christ, I'ma go to hell for this one
Jesus Christ, y'all blow a L to this one
Watch me float into the morning sky, yeah
All this drinking got me spinning like a 45
All this soul got me feeling like I'm Ike
Got me feeling like I might be Marvin Elo on the mic
I forget, there's some pie on the windowsill
Shit, let it sit
Let 'em sing motherfucker, Phil Jackson
Everything got a fucking ring motherfucker
Pill packing, still macking on your chick
Never wear my hat backwards, too backwards for that shit
Never give up, fuck it I give up
Fuck it, I live it up, stick 'em up
C-walk to this, big papa lives
Jesus Christ been sleeping at my crib
Jesus Christ, I'ma go to hell for this one
Jesus Christ, y'all blow a L to this one
C-walk to this, big papa lives
Jesus Christ been sleeping at my crib
Jesus Christ, I'ma go to hell for this one
Jesus Christ, y'all blow a L to this one
Yeah, I'm sorry in advance, it looks stormy out the window
30 To 1 status, good night Gladys
Can't stop the madness, shorties with them tight asses
Cult status, John Stockton with the jazz shit, uh
Yeah I heard you ain't the bad shit, huh
Fucking titties made of plastic, uh
Perc' county nightmare
Talking shit like, "Come and visit, yo, it's nice here"
Danny Lover, go get a ho, hit a blow, sniff a
Joe DiMaggio, you and your old picture
It's kinda like a Lucky Charm when the gold shimmer
It's kinda like a beautiful thing this cold winter
A beautiful thing this cold winter
Left, right, step
Left, right, step
Left, right, step
All my best friends keep dying
Oh, shit
If I had wings
Oh