Letras
I apply pressure with the blade
This ain't knife play
Tell a ho I'm sliding through the back on a sunday
Low class life but I got high class clothes on me
Call me a professor with the way I put these hoes on
Know my fit is nice cus I got these old Girbauds on
Send that bitch a text I just need to get my soul sucked
Know you saw a switch on my glock, that's why you froze up
Claiming that your bitches being loyal, they done chose us
I want all the finer things in life
I want lobster rolls
I want all the luxury in life
I need freaky hoes
G strings, bras on my face, I like cameltoes
Blessin up to god every day, he invented those
Yo
I'm getting tired of the sun
I think I saw you you was sippin on dasani
I think I saw you whip a 96 corolla
Your whole life is a fumble
Threw the balisong on the floor on the right angle
Lay your pretty body on my floor making carpet angels
Dropping off your ass for the last time to the airport
Laser pointer to the sky to guide you while you airborne
Air jordan on my feet that's a spizike
Back when we was kids alaskan firedragon was the shit right
If you had my back get you back in a fist fight
If you had my back get you back in a fist fight
I gotta new kind of love in a headlock
Heaps of imagination
Make a picture like you knew sumn
Think I really sumn
That's Joanna Newsom
I can't believe you've got to me
I can't believe you've got to me
I can't believe I'm all alone
Like that Pearl Jam
Something like an old lady at the counter
When we're both like 60 years old
And maybe we can fall in love again