Correction Paroles Jizz par First Light

Featuring(s) : Cold Showda

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Paroles

[Opio]
Hah.. yeah
Rolling up a sack of trees bad bitch japanese
That ship packs of weed yeah that's my type of steez
El Capitán slap you like Jackie Chan
Potent like opium traffic over Pakistan
Slap drums Bambaata that sounds "Supersonic"
Cadillac gold El Dorado pimp shit globetrotter
With the hoes ride beside is like huh
I try to stay modest but I don't got a spouse so
When I'm at the house I be wilding
Sip Jack and coke let my dick scratch your throat
Kick back and glow like "Shit that was dope!"
A swish from the Swishers to the woods to a spliff of that good
You know we so hood ?? show up
Cold crush and blow off the spot them niggas fold up
You know what?

[Pep Love]
Goodness gracious Miss Molly
Don't go chasing the water falling
Please stick to the rivers and lakes
My heart brakes will make your body shiver and shake
Make the earth quiver and quake
It was your fate to hate cause you niggas is fake
We up late putting food on the plate
Trying to speak to the beat trying to prove that I'm great
I got beat with a carjack ? with a brake
I got a titanium plate in my face
I've made major mistakes but then I up the stakes
So I don't really give a f*ck what you suckas say
I'm just rolling up another J
In my mind ain't ? nothing but the pay, okay?

[Cold Showda]

[Pep Love]
I get driggety with a thick little chickity
And hit her with the hickory dickory plain victory
Cause we doing it to the F-degree
Through the wicked ? to a summer's ? ??
Big dick is all these bitches need
And a little bit of intimate company for their misery
Smoking and drinking until we see the sun
First Light on the horizon
? ? ? become 'til the break of dawn
Waking up butt-naked on the loan
With a big booty asian blonde
Ah on, my word is my bond
Clickity clack is the sound of my burglar alone
I would consider me warned
You're at the epicenter of the storm
And rear form is the norm

[Opio]
And the wheels keep spinning
Peep sounds of the future been down
The beginning we the now
? ? ? where we write then is lights out
Metal pipe spiked at
Hit them like foul boss chalking out your jaws
You'd be like hella tight
"Oh damn you're ?"
Jump back on the nutsack like my last broad all aboard
My night train crushing your pipe dreams
Drunken off the Julio f*cking with my team
It might seem simple but we invincible
Cut jugular vain and send you into the oblivion
What do you sing is not a riddle just too intricate
Ways we explain and human conditions so visual
My people they get us so look us we the ones they listen to

[Chorus]

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