"Yah Ima kill it this time"...
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
I just keep stacking my paper
Told you
You might see me later
Money is good
Do me favor
And don't ever step on my gator's
I got the midas
She let me touch it
Don't ever butt kiss
Only shoot buckets
Hit up my plug
Don't ever jug
Cause i got the gwaup
Ducking the cops
Serve in my socks
Hiding the glock
Stashed in the box
Hiding the pain
Don't speak on my name
Cause i got the hands
To f*ck up your brain
Niggas they know
I grew up poor
Knock on my door
Asking for more
Leave me alone
Enjoying my room
Watching the game
Don't got no goals
Or maybe I might
Playing fortnight
F*ck it I lied
Brain is so fried
Ain't reading them books
To busy cooked
Smoking the kush
How does it feel
Hard to explain
But I want the fame
Don't follow waves
Cause I make my own
Call on my phone
Ain't ever home
Probably out stoned
Buying some cones
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
Hollyhood Los - 8:36 Lyrics
Hollyhood Los - 8:36 Lyrics
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"Yah Ima kill it this time"...
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
I just keep stacking my paper
Told you
You might see me later
Money is good
Do me favor
And don't ever step on my gator's
I got the midas
She let me touch it
Don't ever butt kiss
Only shoot buckets
Hit up my plug
Don't ever jug
Cause i got the gwaup
Ducking the cops
Serve in my socks
Hiding the glock
Stashed in the box
Hiding the pain
Don't speak on my name
Cause i got the hands
To f*ck up your brain
Niggas they know
I grew up poor
Knock on my door
Asking for more
Leave me alone
Enjoying my room
Watching the game
Don't got no goals
Or maybe I might
Playing fortnight
F*ck it I lied
Brain is so fried
Ain't reading them books
To busy cooked
Smoking the kush
How does it feel
Hard to explain
But I want the fame
Don't follow waves
Cause I make my own
Call on my phone
Ain't ever home
Probably out stoned
Buying some cones
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
I just keep stacking my paper
Told you
You might see me later
Money is good
Do me favor
And don't ever step on my gator's
I got the midas
She let me touch it
Don't ever butt kiss
Only shoot buckets
Hit up my plug
Don't ever jug
Cause i got the gwaup
Ducking the cops
Serve in my socks
Hiding the glock
Stashed in the box
Hiding the pain
Don't speak on my name
Cause i got the hands
To f*ck up your brain
Niggas they know
I grew up poor
Knock on my door
Asking for more
Leave me alone
Enjoying my room
Watching the game
Don't got no goals
Or maybe I might
Playing fortnight
F*ck it I lied
Brain is so fried
Ain't reading them books
To busy cooked
Smoking the kush
How does it feel
Hard to explain
But I want the fame
Don't follow waves
Cause I make my own
Call on my phone
Ain't ever home
Probably out stoned
Buying some cones
All this time
I've been wrong
Counting bands
Know the song
I don't lose
I don't fold
Got the soul
Heart of gold
Writer: Carlos Adame
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