Miss You
I Live life just like you do
Except for me
I stay up late night & watch cartoons
I'm smoking that weed in a car pool
I'm ducking and dodging police too
My nigga Chuckk Glizzy we miss you
My nigga Chuckk Glizzy we miss you
Miss you
All this'll make great for stories
My lawyer convince the crown jury
Cause I was whipping in stoley's
Pipe ya lil bitty one time
Now she don't een matter to me
I'm smoking that cannabis leaf
Ain't gett'n no
Redos or no deletes
I piped that lil bitty first time that we meet
Kick that bitch out right back To the street
If I see pigs in my rear view I floor it
Street light turn red I still Go thru it
All these bitches just be hoeing
I Spill champagne on the floor
Walk in the VIP fuck a pat down by the door
Better Watch out where you stepping
All this money you see me counting
Got it by finessing
Yeah
A young nigga destined
Real nigga enter how he came
Yeah
Right thru the exit
Lawyer call me on my phone
He told me *ring*
That I just beat the sentence
I run a bag up these haters get envious
But I can't comprehend
Member my pockets ain't even have a cent in it
Now I'm having big bags
Now them labels call back
Know them haters big mad
I ain't going out sad
Smoke a lizzo kick back
Put my shit on full blast
Ninety three till that casket
Except for me
I stay up late night & watch cartoons
I'm smoking that weed in a car pool
I'm ducking and dodging police too
My nigga Chuckk Glizzy we miss you
My nigga Chuckk Glizzy we miss you
Miss you
All this'll make great for stories
My lawyer convince the crown jury
Cause I was whipping in stoley's
Pipe ya lil bitty one time
Now she don't een matter to me
I'm smoking that cannabis leaf
Ain't gett'n no
Redos or no deletes
I piped that lil bitty first time that we meet
Kick that bitch out right back To the street
If I see pigs in my rear view I floor it
Street light turn red I still Go thru it
All these bitches just be hoeing
I Spill champagne on the floor
Walk in the VIP fuck a pat down by the door
Better Watch out where you stepping
All this money you see me counting
Got it by finessing
Yeah
A young nigga destined
Real nigga enter how he came
Yeah
Right thru the exit
Lawyer call me on my phone
He told me *ring*
That I just beat the sentence
I run a bag up these haters get envious
But I can't comprehend
Member my pockets ain't even have a cent in it
Now I'm having big bags
Now them labels call back
Know them haters big mad
I ain't going out sad
Smoke a lizzo kick back
Put my shit on full blast
Ninety three till that casket
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Writer(s): Shaquielle Wan-hue
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