G L I S S - TMWYW Ft Taylor J & Pizzle | Текст песни

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• TMWYW Ft Taylor J & Pizzle

Ride with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
You now rockin' with the best
Smoke good, and back boys, we gon' roll till there ain't none left

In the hood, where you catch me leanin'
California dreamin'
Got that money on my mind
If it that then these hoes sceamin'
But you know that

Hope, hope you ain't one of those though, one of those hoes
Who post different pictures on instagram, hashtag we winning
The fuck is you kidding?
Look, you just another body
An over rated body
Just another notch on my belt, and it's start to come a hobby
Hold Up

Let me get back to this true
Let me get back to the real

New shots poured, and that's round four

I'm kickin' back in ya feel?

Now, i can't lose
I'm a sure shot
I'm like Stephan Curry with an open three
In other words i'm a guarantee
So baby girl come and ride with a g

[Chorus]
B-Baby, tell me what do you want from me
I'm just stacking, trying to live comfortably
Want to come to my world, girl, I'll let you see
I'll let you see
I'll let you see
Baby tell me what do you want
Tell me what do you want
Tell me what do you want from me
Want to come to my world, girl I'll let you see
I'll let you see
We ridin' with the top down, smokin' loud
Gettin' faded with the top down, smokin' loud
Gettin' faded with the top down, smokin' loud
Gettin' faded with the top down, smokin' loud
Gettin' faded

[Taylor J]
So many niggas, want to put you in the lead with a ring
But oh no no, not me
Shit, please, i can't compete
Cause i got so many bitches
But if you drop yours, I might
D-Drop all of mine tonight
And pull up on you hoping that head right
Don't ask for the weed, Imma pass it
And that ass play with me, Imma grab it
Call me taylor, or call me daddy
Girl, you'll never be a bastard

I shot my gain and I stab it
Leave a car scene on the matress
The ex nigga lyin' like im panic
As I pan side to side in the panties
Girl that pussy antique
Either you ain't fuckin' or hittin that ass
But fuck that orgy baby
Text me or call me baby
Don't hit my DM, I'll be too high
Fuck around and won't see it til the morning baby
What she want from me?
Is it cause gold glitch
Or cause im a cool man walking like pizzle
Ride with my new bitch and my new pistol

[Chorus]

[Gliss]
Red up in my cup
I've been sippin' on sand man
Yellow bricks, that wizard of Oz
No lies, all my shit been on ten man
I like, girls be pretty without makeup
When cup size like a bad grade
I might go down if that pussy clean
But won't eat the cake
'Im like anime
I took to canidating, handling
Took the moves i had already
Multiple dollars I got no taller
Pay handling
Panamera mirror all black
Anakin manikan
Tell this niggas im panicin'
Go to the mankin'
I'm on a roll
Tell the Money never made one stop
(Tell the Money never made one stop)
Throughin' in the towel
I got to give in the box
Niggas got deported, got to meet them at the dock
I can ample
Tell them to amplify them grammys space
Cause Niggas ain't really rappin' these days
Man, these strippers love me, they comin' back for me
All these blankets make it over the balcony
Bitches learn to make shit more then it has to be
Got me reallin' up in this drop top girl
Wing got to drop i don't got a box no more
Show you what my life is like, keep it on the low
Yeah


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