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IWB Lyrics - Artist : Abstract, Kevin
[Kevin Abstract:]
You internet weird, boy, go and close your laptop Bet your friends that bop Imagine if your cousin never got shot Imagine if shots never got thrown I'm a young nigga looking for a home All these motherfuckers looking for a clone And I, and I, and I, and I, and I And I'm searchin' for the purpose I'm the furthest thing from worthless I'm the furthest thing from perfect, I just thought I'd let y'all know Barely touched the surface, my cousin back in the morning My good god done closed the curtains I just sold my fucking soul Who done let y'all in? My veins still crawling Bangin' on that (ah), slangin' all that (ah ah) Made to fall back (ah), made to sit back My days don't mean that much no more Remember when I wanna ride that sto' Little black boy bang Glock, let's go Big bro had the whole block on froze All pink everything, I think I'm Cam'ron Playing Bloody Mary, keep my lamp on Pull up Chevy truck, with the pump and some yellow stones See my homie here but tomorrow, yeah they not around That's something I know, but I won't, stand my fucking ground Lose my world, my mind, all the time, I'm a fucking child Pull up Chevy truck, with the pump and some yellow stones See my homie here but tomorrow, yeah they not around That's something I know, but I won't, stand my fucking ground Lose my world, my mind, all the time, I'm a fucking child [Matt Champion:] Red lips is drippin' like, ooh Fingertip grippin' that, ooh Find me on top of the roof Fuck you right under the moon, ahhhh Bitch speaking French on the phone (brrrp!) Colors of my body looking vibrant (vibrant) I got a thotty on vibrate She hit me on the phone, no vibrate, lightweight When she see what's inside, wait, like you know Socks rolled up, powder rocks in the Nikes Eyelids low, skirt in the clouds Better fuck her on the driveway, top on the highway Oh my god, don't come 'round here The sun 'round here, the fun 'round here Oh my god, what the fuck you do with it? Try to come through with it, baby, I'm true with it Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god [Ameer Vann:] Ugh! Rockstar with the top down (damn) On my sixth shot, call me Mike Brown (goddamn) Wear the name like a thorn crown Let go and see the white now Little boy from the H-Town (city) Raised in the sewers in the city of the syrup Skype call to Europe like brrrp! Money come fast when you born like this With that flow so crisp, nigga been lit since high school Where I learn to trap with them white dudes What that white do? Nigga, you don't know I done paid my dues, I don't fuck with you I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes And all year round, that mink coat to match And wood on the dash of my candy 'Lac All this shit I ain't supposed to have With my selfish ass, I've been living lavish Head so big that the roof is absent Chain so big that my neck been cracking Whip so slick that I slip through traffic Same old shit from when they brought me here And the smoke's too thick to see my face clear I might disappear and then reappear Because I'm mostly smoke and I'm always dope Never going broke and never did before Doing pretty good far as geniuses go Know they want a thug but they needed some more Most know about slim, they don't know about ro' They don't know about chrome, they don't know about po' They don't know about the screw, they don't know about the mo' 281-330-8004 Hit Mike Jones up on the low Because Mike Jones about to blow |
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