Get off my dick, buddy Get off my bitch, dummy 'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipse
Look at my fit, I'm totally lit I'm totally it, my style, you totally bit I just crashed the 'Rari, I totaled that shit Wait, Dakari, turn up my vocals a bit You only locally known, my brand is globally grown If you ain't know that by now, then you was totally wrong I just left Miami, came back to Oakland my home This shit I'm smokin' is Flower Shop and it's potentially blown
Get off my dick, buddy Get off my bitch, dummy 'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipse
Hey One of one, there will never be another one Got the valet lookin' at me all troublesome When I told him get the Benz, he got the other one When I really meant the other one In Vancouver, I had put a Prada bubble on Who you know that's global touring, putting Oakland on? I can tell you what it is, but you already know it Champagne keep going, keep pouring, keep pouring Multi-platinum, we had did that years ago, and I still keep doing it Couple cribs, which one? Bunch of ones, pick one Drink until the drink's done I know I'm the sick one Everywhere that I go, they know me as the lit one
Get off my dick, buddy Get off my bitch, dummy 'Fore I take your bitch with us, then let my bitch run it Look at my wrist, I'm talking totally lit Look at my wrist, I'm talking solar eclipseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
