Cotton Candy Clouds

Yea cotton candy clouds out in daygo
THC lean poured up in a faygo
Baby i aint fly across the country just To play though
That skin so soft and that head so Fuego oh lord
Parallel park in the dark for we start Swear that pussy like art mozart on God
Good guys always finish last thats Law
But my bitch bad i dont want yall Brawds
Cant cop this drip you cant taste this Sauce
In La Jolla ill spoil her aint worried Bout a cost
Took a lost but i bounced back Harder than Lebron
Ima don even Sean Don nod to this Song
I aint gone i just moved on how you Think im wrong
I done starved i done seen it all now I'm tryna ball
In the fall i dont fall off
I just called off three plays cause now Days that money to small ah

Oooo

I just made love in the desert
I just got head in good weather
I just spent real cheese feta
Im about to pop no Beretta
That internet money just feel better
If you aint talkin cash then ima need Rosetta
Smokin in the hills im somewhere Near Coachella
I dont need Moet to make her Mo Wetter lil boy
I just wanna hit her like ooo swear I'm leanin with Akela hittin Marijuana higher than a ceiling,
I aint feelin none of you and i aint Goin in agreement
She on Tequila and feelin my dick While i been speeding
Shit im about to hit her like ooo
Now im back up in it round two
Fresh out of her birthday suit
Spilling truths
Sippin 42
Shit like 80 proof
Baby loose all up in the booth
I just battled all my demons now im Driving out in Cali with my A1
Bitch try and play dumb
You know im still rollin with my day Ones
Shun brought 8 drums
You know ima shoot it like a layup
Back to back black on black with my A1s
20 in my mouth they act stupid when I say something
Out of the south its 407 where i came From
During a drought i touched pounds And i came up

Oooo

Cotton candy clouds in Fiesta
I dont need a sole investor
I could never fold under pressure
If it aint tucked its on the dresser
If i gotta bust you ketchup now catch Up
I dont gotta reason to let up
Yall pure pussy go ahead and lift that Dress up im fed up
Them Twitter fingers shaking when You at me just fess up
Now who the fuck is you to tell me What i cant say
Kid n Play on the beat but i dont play
Sugar Ray with the beef no steak
Clean face no treway case i move safe
In any city and state
In Cali eating the cake
Calamari on the plate
And shrimp out of the lake
Been sippin on Cabernet
Im living in day today
Been fucking her day to day
I inflate she place her face below the Waist ah
Salmon Ravioli in a lemon base
Wedding Cake in a King Palm Game Grape
Shit Jeremy kept scaring me but bitch We beat the case
Shoelace pace im getting tied up with The law and still win the race
Still with the gang
Trill everyday
Still hit the K
Sealed with the drank
Pills put away ay
Aint a damn thing change
Except getting bae a wedding ring
And tryna figure out a wedding date

Ah shit hardest fucking chico out Nigga
Fuck that shit
Ah



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Bongiorno
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