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Head Right Lyrics - Artist : Underachievers, The
[Issa Gold:]
If your life's a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober Got the weight up on my shoulders Play no games like no controllers Got your bitch inside the rover Blowing dope she like mimosas Say your prayers to my poster On her knees and fat We call that the Colin Kaep Hit the fade and count the pack Laughing at the message that you sent like "Baby call me back!" Look at where we started at Flatbush to the cul-de-sac Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack Fuck what niggas told you, I don't fuck with locals See me I be global Can't hit me on my mobile that's reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation Let that trippy shit confuse you All my hitters for the shaking Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement Nigga gassed up off the dank and what you blowin' look deflated [Issa Gold |
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