Featherlight
Yeah, I'm nice, you finna lose it all when I pull out some dice
I got a couple G's when it's time to get you high
Screamin' two-two-threes when you got a pocket knife
Bitch, you fallin' down, they call you featherlight
Ain't got faith, twenty-four my year, I'm hoppin' out the Wraith
Call your ass a goat, can't even see your face
She take it with no pain, yeah, the bitch like David Blaine
You gotta ride my wave, can't keep up with my pace
Bitch, I know you can't keep up with my pace, brother
I'm running to the top faster than you can speak
Yeah, I'm nice, bitch, I stand on it
fillin ' up my cup,yeah, I'm coolin put some ice in it,
Yeah, my head's full of loud, I can't make no sound
Put my head over her mouth gotta squeeze when I slide in it
Fuck it, gotta lock in, focus on my mission
Live it one time got a purpose in my fuckin' vision
Put my shades on, they can't see it, bitch, they listen
Crosses on my chest, gotta make it every day I'm sinnin
Gotta get real for a minute
Haven't found peace, yeah, love, been alone for a minute
Then you came along, got me beggin' for a minute
But there's no true love, now the paper I be fuckin' rackin
Why should I put you first
Ain't gon' call you no purse
You gotta treat me right, yeah, take me out on dates
But I'll ratter chase the bag, hoe, put food on my plate
Put food on my plate, yeah, runnin' up the bag
Got you beggin' on your knees, bitch, I ain't even mad
I want me a freak one, yeah, I need me some spice
Redhead it's curly, yeah, we call her Ice
Yeah, I'm nice, you finna lose it all when I pull out some dice
I got a couple Gs when it's time to get you high
Screamin' two-two-threes when you got a pocket knife
Bitch, you fallin' down, they call you featherlight
Ain't got faith, twenty-four my year, I'm hoppin' out the Wraith
Call your ass a goat, can't even see your face
She take it with no pain, yeah, the bitch like David Blaine
You gotta ride my wave, can't keep up with my pace
I know you can't keep up with my pace, brother
I got a couple G's when it's time to get you high
Screamin' two-two-threes when you got a pocket knife
Bitch, you fallin' down, they call you featherlight
Ain't got faith, twenty-four my year, I'm hoppin' out the Wraith
Call your ass a goat, can't even see your face
She take it with no pain, yeah, the bitch like David Blaine
You gotta ride my wave, can't keep up with my pace
Bitch, I know you can't keep up with my pace, brother
I'm running to the top faster than you can speak
Yeah, I'm nice, bitch, I stand on it
fillin ' up my cup,yeah, I'm coolin put some ice in it,
Yeah, my head's full of loud, I can't make no sound
Put my head over her mouth gotta squeeze when I slide in it
Fuck it, gotta lock in, focus on my mission
Live it one time got a purpose in my fuckin' vision
Put my shades on, they can't see it, bitch, they listen
Crosses on my chest, gotta make it every day I'm sinnin
Gotta get real for a minute
Haven't found peace, yeah, love, been alone for a minute
Then you came along, got me beggin' for a minute
But there's no true love, now the paper I be fuckin' rackin
Why should I put you first
Ain't gon' call you no purse
You gotta treat me right, yeah, take me out on dates
But I'll ratter chase the bag, hoe, put food on my plate
Put food on my plate, yeah, runnin' up the bag
Got you beggin' on your knees, bitch, I ain't even mad
I want me a freak one, yeah, I need me some spice
Redhead it's curly, yeah, we call her Ice
Yeah, I'm nice, you finna lose it all when I pull out some dice
I got a couple Gs when it's time to get you high
Screamin' two-two-threes when you got a pocket knife
Bitch, you fallin' down, they call you featherlight
Ain't got faith, twenty-four my year, I'm hoppin' out the Wraith
Call your ass a goat, can't even see your face
She take it with no pain, yeah, the bitch like David Blaine
You gotta ride my wave, can't keep up with my pace
I know you can't keep up with my pace, brother
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Writer(s): Edouard Charron
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