Lyrics: tina le temps
Music: tina le temps
Aight, smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin'
Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin'
Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin'
Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin'
Smoke in the city, we still got the roof missin'
Crush in my styrofoam cup, still sippin'
Sound in the club so loud, ears ringin'
Real loud in my blunt, blow cloud, smoke feelin'
I'm lookin' for a challenge, man, I'm walkin' in the park
I still got my sunglasses on in the dark
Blow up, blow up in my nose and that shit fvckin' with my heart
I fvck with discovery, but I don't even dance
Face to face, two blunts and I'm still awake
Never make the same mistake, I ain't fvckin' Drake
But these labels on my back, I really feel the aim
At least a milli' in my pocket 'fore I sign my name
Ball till I fall, still goin', Jude Bellingham
L.A., I'm in Hell-A, man, the heat's so devilish
On the dance floor, that's where the fvckin' devil is
She dancin' in that whole Miuccia Prada fit
I really know the secret like I'm Adriana Lima
I wouldn't be on shit if I never met Roshina
Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina
Speedin', we spin the whip round
Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina
Speedin', we spin the whip round
Speedin', we spin the whip round, ballerina
Speedin', we spin the whip round
(Okay)