Everyday feels like the same shit
Work the same job f*cking on the same broad
Feel like I'm boutta die on some Cobain shit
Blow my brains out I'm snorting cane cuz I can't stop
Ain't nothing new tho I'm a dog like Pluto
And I'm at my grandma's house chilling eating menudo
And she got posole my bitch she going both ways
We f*cking in the shower and she showering with Olay
That bitch cheated on me turned me into OJ
Except I got away with it did L8 get caught no way
Covering my tracks I ain't leaving no trace
The smoothest criminal out since Billy the Kid
These bitches say I got the filthiest dick
And that's my M.O. and it's they fault for having sex with me
L8Night wavy more wavy than the seven seas
I swear to God you gon' remember me
You gon' remember me
Breaking down this heavy weed
Driving to Temescal Beach
Woah I should prolly check the speed
I dropped my album only been like eleven weeks
Got fans from here to Medellin
Girls coming out their denim jeans
I'm the people's champ
Smoking reefer
Got my feet in sand
Dropped my CD man
Now I need a tan
Thinking I need about like 50 grand
See I'm a greedy man
And I don't dream I plan
And I'm a go buy a beat up van
And sell CDs to eager fans
Woah
I need some dope to roll up
Woah
Colder than Nova Scotia
Woah
Flipping the verse like Motorola
Titties so big I motor boat em'
Good to meet ya
I'm a pussy pleaser
Smoking cookie reefer
I'm too good for features
Why'd I do this
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Everyday feels like the same shit
Work the same job f*cking on the same broad
Feel like I'm boutta die on some Cobain shit
Blow my brains out I'm snorting cane cuz I can't stop
Ain't nothing new tho I'm a dog like Pluto
And I'm at my grandma's house chilling eating menudo
And she got posole my bitch she going both ways
We f*cking in the shower and she showering with Olay
That bitch cheated on me turned me into OJ
Except I got away with it did L8 get caught no way
Covering my tracks I ain't leaving no trace
The smoothest criminal out since Billy the Kid
These bitches say I got the filthiest dick
And that's my M.O. and it's they fault for having sex with me
L8Night wavy more wavy than the seven seas
I swear to God you gon' remember me
You gon' remember me
Breaking down this heavy weed
Driving to Temescal Beach
Woah I should prolly check the speed
I dropped my album only been like eleven weeks
Got fans from here to Medellin
Girls coming out their denim jeans
I'm the people's champ
Smoking reefer
Got my feet in sand
Dropped my CD man
Now I need a tan
Thinking I need about like 50 grand
See I'm a greedy man
And I don't dream I plan
And I'm a go buy a beat up van
And sell CDs to eager fans
Woah
I need some dope to roll up
Woah
Colder than Nova Scotia
Woah
Flipping the verse like Motorola
Titties so big I motor boat em'
Good to meet ya
I'm a pussy pleaser
Smoking cookie reefer
I'm too good for features
Why'd I do this
Work the same job f*cking on the same broad
Feel like I'm boutta die on some Cobain shit
Blow my brains out I'm snorting cane cuz I can't stop
Ain't nothing new tho I'm a dog like Pluto
And I'm at my grandma's house chilling eating menudo
And she got posole my bitch she going both ways
We f*cking in the shower and she showering with Olay
That bitch cheated on me turned me into OJ
Except I got away with it did L8 get caught no way
Covering my tracks I ain't leaving no trace
The smoothest criminal out since Billy the Kid
These bitches say I got the filthiest dick
And that's my M.O. and it's they fault for having sex with me
L8Night wavy more wavy than the seven seas
I swear to God you gon' remember me
You gon' remember me
Breaking down this heavy weed
Driving to Temescal Beach
Woah I should prolly check the speed
I dropped my album only been like eleven weeks
Got fans from here to Medellin
Girls coming out their denim jeans
I'm the people's champ
Smoking reefer
Got my feet in sand
Dropped my CD man
Now I need a tan
Thinking I need about like 50 grand
See I'm a greedy man
And I don't dream I plan
And I'm a go buy a beat up van
And sell CDs to eager fans
Woah
I need some dope to roll up
Woah
Colder than Nova Scotia
Woah
Flipping the verse like Motorola
Titties so big I motor boat em'
Good to meet ya
I'm a pussy pleaser
Smoking cookie reefer
I'm too good for features
Why'd I do this
Writer: Keith Kelly, Quinn Barbini
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid