RYAN HEINZ - STONER SIMPSON (Prod. ItsMeJamison) | Текст песни

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• STONER SIMPSON (Prod. ItsMeJamison)

cop a box of woods and ima smoke em till i pass out
Stoner Simpson
rolled a whole eighth, i think thats t the right amount
your bitch she on my line, she know just what i'm about
they wanna bring me down but i'm just chillin on a cloud
you'll never catch me out here doin lame shit for clout
its north side tribe, but shoutout to the south
we bringin hella noise, neighbors sayin i'm too loud
but ima keep on livin that's a fact without a doubt
catch me ridin hella slow blowin smoke through your town
you just gotta be yourself, never let em tell you different
schemin and i'm juggin feelin like i'm bart simpson
think i'm superman, cause they hating on my vision
nowadays you can't tell who's your friend and who isn't
feel like it's a movie when i pull up to the function
i be in my own lane, you ain't saying nothin

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