Lyrics: R
Music: R
Hang out with air body
Don’t make sense,that’s my style needs
Unlike any stories
People see secular me
Do You know what I mean
Keep real man?!and be mean
Getting into a cafe while the man Take a cup of whiskey
“Homie”?why u sad? Get something to paralysis
I can’t forget her gear,but I’m still drinking on beer
She said she wanna get money instead of some ****ing “honey”
No ability,no Gucci ,good stuff and I will leaving.
Ah U know what?Chicken head?I have a buff to keep me
So Why ya gotta hate?I’m so tired of your dates
My heart dropped into a valley
Guns hemps they cannot cure me yeah
Check it out,my man.Is my girl sexy or not
That is dope ,that is fine
I don’t care what you explain
Thank u for giving a lesson
Make a list to beware of ya
Lame,fame,now I know they are all fake
I don’t give a **** on these
I just praying the Jesus
For peace,for quietness
For getting away from bitches
I will not cry like a young lad
U are the queen of my foot
Maybe the hiphop will kick me off
Anyway,Let’s take off
Hang out with air body
Don’t make sense,that’s my style needs
Unlike any stories
People see secular me