Peach Juice
• Written by H0R1Z0N
im not drivin the benz im drivin the lex
Got some dangerous bitches to have some safe sex
Yea you know im so fly i compete with the jets
Live my life in odd future yo ass in past tense
Got the drip all the way from my hat to my pants
I pull up with the glock and im makin him dance
Yea my mans aint no snitch
they wont tell on a bitch
Ima stay on that boy like some hof clamps
These dudes don't know me from adam and eve
at the club, we'll be actin' real nice
Because i'm fourteen, compose my own beats
You make them sing songs nice
i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys
Hey whats your name oh thats nice
My melody fly, like Alicia Keys
You dont care bout my music, oh man thats aight
While half my mental belongs in a cage
Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range
They say this in this media changed
Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red rang
I'm mental, it's instrumental
So pretentious with no potential
See these lights got me on new level
Stack all my money, make this my new temple
Harder than rock yeah the hoes know im coming
They act like some skaters they thrashing or something
She suck on my dick all her tonsols are thumping
Come over at night and my bed gon be bumpin
She likes the way that it feels on her lips
So I give her a mouthful of kids
Dot fuck wit they boys or yo ass gon get flipped
He lying he cappin like he work a lids
got two hoes in the king bed
I made this beat slow for the cops and the speds
I will make you wet like the water i tread
the drip on the floor where I smoked him its red
She be flexing her money, like she lil tay
I blow out her back so she cant walk away
Your shorts are too short man you lookin real gay
I be ballin on bitches like shit is 2k
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H0R1Z0N
Member since March 31 2021