Simple
Euro
Uh huh
Just keep it simple
please do
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
200 block
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
Dyckman
Yeah
It's casualties for money
Grams
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Grams
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
Haze
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
200 block
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Stage diving off a canopy
Gucci mantle piece
Begging Euro not to leave
She sweet like Sara Lee
Flee up in my PRPS
She part Polish
And the rest PR b
Mortal kombat
Lui KANG Kitana
If I should get locked up
She'll lie to your honor
She don't want no drama
She don't love her mama
She just want me deep inside
Plants seeds like farmers
Hug her til the suns up
Real job no gun tucked
We cutting like Niptuck
Her lips wet
My dick sucked
Oh you mad
Bout late nights in the lab
Had great white on the ave
No break lights to the cash
Stay true
Euro just in his bag
Had talks about her past
Bout abuela and her dad
It's really real
Been done playing the field
My lady she used to pump
In skirts with Louie heels
This ain't no love song
Really wanna get to know you
Your clothes could keep it on
If it's trouble I'm coming
No matter what beach you on
Sky riding all through the night
Tryna beat the morn
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
We have our downs and ups
In the middle of arguments
A diamond rough
How we come from the wilderness
With no trainers
Even grip on her fat and shit
No waist trainers
Always making her laugh and shit
Her face changed up
Like Chris brown
She wake me up
100 slaps to the nuts
On her back
In her guts
Late for work
What the fuck
Always work
For more trust
That was me
This is us
Her worth more than gold yeah
And she into role playing
Fuck all through the noche
This shìt don't get old yeah
Molly taking doses
Eyebrows and her toes did
Fuck with all my bros yeah
Our grandfathers both dead
What's realer than that
My Corazon on the track
Bringing me back
Been riding for soo long
New tires bringing me flats
YVES Saint Laurent both
Boats
She did the flats
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Uh huh
Just keep it simple
please do
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
200 block
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
Dyckman
Yeah
It's casualties for money
Grams
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Grams
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
Haze
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
200 block
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Stage diving off a canopy
Gucci mantle piece
Begging Euro not to leave
She sweet like Sara Lee
Flee up in my PRPS
She part Polish
And the rest PR b
Mortal kombat
Lui KANG Kitana
If I should get locked up
She'll lie to your honor
She don't want no drama
She don't love her mama
She just want me deep inside
Plants seeds like farmers
Hug her til the suns up
Real job no gun tucked
We cutting like Niptuck
Her lips wet
My dick sucked
Oh you mad
Bout late nights in the lab
Had great white on the ave
No break lights to the cash
Stay true
Euro just in his bag
Had talks about her past
Bout abuela and her dad
It's really real
Been done playing the field
My lady she used to pump
In skirts with Louie heels
This ain't no love song
Really wanna get to know you
Your clothes could keep it on
If it's trouble I'm coming
No matter what beach you on
Sky riding all through the night
Tryna beat the morn
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
We have our downs and ups
In the middle of arguments
A diamond rough
How we come from the wilderness
With no trainers
Even grip on her fat and shit
No waist trainers
Always making her laugh and shit
Her face changed up
Like Chris brown
She wake me up
100 slaps to the nuts
On her back
In her guts
Late for work
What the fuck
Always work
For more trust
That was me
This is us
Her worth more than gold yeah
And she into role playing
Fuck all through the noche
This shìt don't get old yeah
Molly taking doses
Eyebrows and her toes did
Fuck with all my bros yeah
Our grandfathers both dead
What's realer than that
My Corazon on the track
Bringing me back
Been riding for soo long
New tires bringing me flats
YVES Saint Laurent both
Boats
She did the flats
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
Looking at a resort from a high rise
Gentlemen with the hawks
Those is my yights
Yeah
We comedy you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
It's casualties for money
Shells in a circle like a huddle
In his tummy
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Writer(s): Montel Wilson
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