WIFISFUNERAL - 2 Pm | Текст песни

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I’m rolling pill after pill
Slow motion
When I’m coming dine
I’m zoning
Focused
Come up, back up on the trick
Ride the foreign, whip it quick
Smoking dope while smoking yes
Its the light skin pimp, little trick
Always burning down a sack
I can’t fuck round wit no ho unless that ass fat
Bussin’ down a port, chillin in the lac
Riding while i coast, swerving side to side
Leaning front to back

Been on this shit for minute
Y’all novices never did it
Pulling up, geeking in civics

Riding up on them thangs when we swang
Duce 4’s sitting high riding strange
Cover coated paint smoking dripping while I’m tipping mane
Dutch palmas broken down within in the range
Blow my smoke into the air, witness the weather change
Got hoes who down to fuck, & bitches that sniffing cane
No ties within in my pimpin’
Im smooth sailing away
Servants they pour me water
My side bitch feed me grapes
Main bitch on line
I click it tell her fade
Ignore it just give me face
Im pimping right out the grave
Feeling dead but yet amazed
Living fast i can’t keep it safe
Smoke a blunt right to the face
Bow ya head let us say grace
My presence is such a present
That nigga that you fuckin wit such a lame
Stone cold brew broken into 2
Burning in the cut alcohol up in the wound
Blow up on yo bitch nokia you know me & how i do


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