$lim Gucci - Parish Boy

Mick Foley (Mankind)

I ain't got much to flex about
Chain been fake, no gold in my mouth
Ode to the south, where I'm born and raised
5098, we the Gods' of the lake
Speaking of 9-5
I hate my job and I don't know why
Maybe that guy who just ain't reply
That one time when I went and told him hi

Or that bitch that left ain't told me why
I see her every time that I close my eyes
Wouldn't hold my breath when I'm off to the side
When I'm off in the depths of the no reply
This time man Clyde can't hide
Turn blue eyes red off the purp, no lie
Jump in that ride if you down to die
With the guy, for the one time, baby don't mind

Stay dolo, them hoes go woah
No, Ion wanna pic, wanna flick with a chick uh
Uh
Uh
Building it up

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Writer(s): Justy Arceneaux
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