[Refrain] x2 Drugs for you ears You've been alive, just wasn't aware But now you have to get down And we're so happy to have you, have to get down
[Verse 1] I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin While awaiting my baked Alaska Couple shots before and after the meal But not too much liquor to handle Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers Professors who receive masters, it's degrees Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed All inside store the pow-wow So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now So tell them culture vultures where to stick it Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits We drug dealing, musical terrorism Underground faction existing So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen
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[Verse 2] A G is what I am, a jet is who I be You know what I smoke anywhere I go All access, never it locked though Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty Now raw packages so I had to zig-zag it Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses New crib but I kept my old door mat Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back You've been told that, buss em, know that Cause they've been show that Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne I want you to have it all, big crib, big car Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece With the icing that you like La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, like
[Refrain] x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
