Tropica
• Written by Kay9ne
Now I see
That passion fruit is all I need
Tropical fusion the hood gon bleed
Tropica on the beat.
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The food with the grease
You know the kitchen come with the heat
Niggas think shit sweet
I had her drawls rapped up in the sheets
Weed no more seeds
We done with Reggie
And the jansports get heavy
You know the fruit
This that juice
Got the tropica too
I been dropping some bombs
And you know I'll do wrong
I'm going up strong
I told em put me on they put me on
Now we going off,
And all I see is green
All I need is cream
Keep your famo clean
You know this flow supreme,
No more to say
No socializing but it's crip of you bang
No dicc riding but we ride for the gang
But we serving it's the plug if you slang
I always wanted to be a rapper mom ain't come to my games
I always wanted to ball tell a bitch she can't hang
I always knew she would call she want a main
But we got them wheels and we trying to run trains
Putting on for my state
We keep it straight put food on your plate.
Now that I'm free
Tell em follow my lead
That's all we need
Weed and the feins ah.
Now I see
That passion fruit is all I need
Tropical fusion the hood gon bleed
Tropica on the beat.
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Kay9ne
Member since June 9 2018