Untitled Song
• Written by jleitch3
boxin the car cant tell if my eyes too Chinese,
or if the smoke got it too foggy to see.
don't matter we always got one another ready to go,
the sesh never stops the gas in the tank running low,
but the gas on my lap the crystals look like snow.
Take a puff it hit you with a combo,
leave you lost in the meadows,
would take a photo,
but flipped it so quick its like I won the lotto,
trust no one,
not even your shadow,
don't fuck with me amigo,
you don't want the ammo,
'cause I'll go commando,
charge like a buffalo,
come in like a tornado,
leave you limp like a potato,
then I'm off to mexico,
or maybe become an eskimo,
Just for awhile gotta lay low,
Ride solo,
Try to survive off a kilo.
Then I come back and pick up the tempo,
Bring back a bitch that's bad like Marilyn Monroe,
But I got her from Cabo,
She never took it slow,
Rides this dick like a pogo,
And she say I'm the uno.
Let me guess,
you wondering how I became pro?
Because just a while ago,
I had nowhere to go,
No money to show.
But don't worry about me bro,
stressin about what I grow,
just know I got it for the low.
Where else you think your cliental went?
Didn't you get the memo?
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jleitch3
Member since May 6 2015