Kiwale Bishop - Goldeneye Lyrics

Yeah
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye
00.47
How many rappers go to heaven?
Shoulda gave more money to the reverend
Shoulda gave more money to my mama
Imma die fore i even get poppin
Imma slide if you leave no option
On my job if you need to know something
Talking beef but these niggas dont want it
At a lake im just loving my summer
Never seen ducks in the pool but i love it
Gave dick to my bitch, she love me
But i cant let my feelings try to run me
Old checks still finding new hundreds
I wouldnt have nothing if Patty aint warn me
Pray you adorn me
I was on a quest for a new blue punch in
Im a true MI nigga, no bluffin
Ion sip nun lil nigga, this tussin
Ion like phones, no need for discussion
Still got lights at the crib, for the vibes
Turn them bitches down, you can shield my eyes
Shawty get mad cuz she know i
Dont try
East side crud get a nigga more high
East side niggas tryna get a nigga hot
Keep my niggas round me, i cant lie
Used to be scared to be alone, now im not
Every single story gotta have its own plot
Tunes keep a nigga wrapped up in the pot
Shoes keep a nigga wrapped up in the ones
Used to be scared i would struggle for the funds
Ever since a kid i wanted to cop guns
Cuz niggas steady dying in the place that im from, yeah
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye
Okay my weed, bag, empty
Crud giving me strange dreams
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay my weed bag empty, crud giving me
Strange, dreams, strange