Caucasian, iPhone, Purple Weed, Redbone, Hood Rich, Pimp Shit, Fast Money, No Slip Hemp Paper, Bob Marley, Raw Filters, For the Tip Take this bag it up Bring it back like Christ cause All blue Chucks on Black tee, Golds on Smash you in your Redbottoms, Sock it you your throat zone Smack it with my left hand Grab it with my right one All this damn pussy killin, man I gotta damn some All this damn pussy in here, damn I gotta taste one The last call, for alcohol And any young broad That wanna get involved With a psychiatric ward, nice dick and all You a big bitch, no chunky I like em' nice slim thangs, Peggy Bundy Lick until that pussy drip I'm on my grown man 69 beatin' shit I'm on my freak now
(chorus 2x) 24/7 365 Money don't sleep, why the fuck should I? Life is like a dice game Everyday I'm rollin' Closest thing to Christ mayne I feel like I'm chosen
Verse 2 [Meechy Darko] Got the world at my palm The universe at my toes The finest of the high grade reeking off my clothes Fuck a clock, time flies when you're getting high Money don't sleep, so tell me why the fuck should I? The prefix, I ain't even in my fuckin' prime Black Adolf, genocide in every line Some women drop they clothes and they snort a line Wear a rubber we don't fuck with them abortion lines Shall I say plenty? Niggas mimic And they follow, My chest hollow Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle (Drunk by myself, finished the whole bottle) And shall I dwell on the nights I barley managed well What's the difference hell or jail Kush make me parracel O-Gs on my sneakers O-Zs of the reefer Sky-high you can't see us but you smell us through your speakers So Cobain No heroin or cocaine Don't feel pain So they call me Meech, Novacane Love the camera, I take that (record scratch) I ate that bitch, you lick on my dick You vapor it and I cum on her tounge And she savor it, killa pussy, never shed a tear I'll throw in a sex party Panties on the chandelier Be humble, or you stumble I said be humble, or you gon stumble They ask bout death I say I never fear it They ask bout cha music I say I never hear it My heart was filled with darkness Just like my appearance (Just like my appearance)
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Verse 3 [Erick Arc Elliot] I say I'm sky high when I'm dreamin' dawg Another puff and I'm leanin' hard Make sure that it's in my cup Drink my drink till' my eyes are shut Give her the wood like Jenga Rapper and not a singer If I get the upper hand You get the middle finger Hella crystals, I like the way you shine Livin' my day to day but I feel like I'm wastin' time Alcoholic, bralwin', spoil it, fuck man whatever you call it Got it imported from her But shorty never call his number I rather feel her up Break her down and build her up Hurt your shorty's self esteem Cause she falls in love with lust It's a dirty life I try to wash my hands off (my hands off) Dirty dame frontin' but my man's love it I never buy your shit Unless you know the broad That's why I buy your shit Whenever I go abroad Whip out cha callin' card I feel it comin' on I got ya freaky friends dancin' when this song is on