Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
I'm like what you wanna
I just came out the backstreet my jacket say nirvana
Came straight out the jungle
When I blitz they fumble
When I dip they crumble
They drown in my puddle Uh
Shoot em out the muzzle uh
They won't hear a sound
Listening for my train they got they ear straight to the ground
Ya she ask for rounds
I might move that weight
Ya I move them pounds
She slide to my place Ya
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Who want the smoke?
Like I'm villain got bout 2 hunned 50 thousand on my neck ain't a joke
Double V's on the choke
Bravado bottoms for the low
O to the H and the C
Hot boy keep me fleek
I'm a hot boy
Like the block boy
What you got boy
What you on now?
Bag after every song now
I ain't the one you should wrong now
I done seen too many people go triple 2 into the ground now
You ask why I'm on now?
Well, let me explain
10 chart toppers all in a day
While I'm in the bay sippin' somethin' safe
Tryna find a way to capitalize on the gains that I made
To run it right back to my family name
And carry the legacy out to my grave
My team don't condone anything that you say
We know they'll do wonders to tear up my name
And that's just the way that it go it's a shame
No I really don't got no time to complain
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Prophecies (feat. Apollo1027) Video (MV)
TY-44 - Prophecies (feat. Apollo1027) Lyrics
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Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
I'm like what you wanna
I just came out the backstreet my jacket say nirvana
Came straight out the jungle
When I blitz they fumble
When I dip they crumble
They drown in my puddle Uh
Shoot em out the muzzle uh
They won't hear a sound
Listening for my train they got they ear straight to the ground
Ya she ask for rounds
I might move that weight
Ya I move them pounds
She slide to my place Ya
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Who want the smoke?
Like I'm villain got bout 2 hunned 50 thousand on my neck ain't a joke
Double V's on the choke
Bravado bottoms for the low
O to the H and the C
Hot boy keep me fleek
I'm a hot boy
Like the block boy
What you got boy
What you on now?
Bag after every song now
I ain't the one you should wrong now
I done seen too many people go triple 2 into the ground now
You ask why I'm on now?
Well, let me explain
10 chart toppers all in a day
While I'm in the bay sippin' somethin' safe
Tryna find a way to capitalize on the gains that I made
To run it right back to my family name
And carry the legacy out to my grave
My team don't condone anything that you say
We know they'll do wonders to tear up my name
And that's just the way that it go it's a shame
No I really don't got no time to complain
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
I'm like what you wanna
I just came out the backstreet my jacket say nirvana
Came straight out the jungle
When I blitz they fumble
When I dip they crumble
They drown in my puddle Uh
Shoot em out the muzzle uh
They won't hear a sound
Listening for my train they got they ear straight to the ground
Ya she ask for rounds
I might move that weight
Ya I move them pounds
She slide to my place Ya
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Who want the smoke?
Like I'm villain got bout 2 hunned 50 thousand on my neck ain't a joke
Double V's on the choke
Bravado bottoms for the low
O to the H and the C
Hot boy keep me fleek
I'm a hot boy
Like the block boy
What you got boy
What you on now?
Bag after every song now
I ain't the one you should wrong now
I done seen too many people go triple 2 into the ground now
You ask why I'm on now?
Well, let me explain
10 chart toppers all in a day
While I'm in the bay sippin' somethin' safe
Tryna find a way to capitalize on the gains that I made
To run it right back to my family name
And carry the legacy out to my grave
My team don't condone anything that you say
We know they'll do wonders to tear up my name
And that's just the way that it go it's a shame
No I really don't got no time to complain
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Bout the smoke like swisher sweet
Money bringing headaches I cannot alieve
I do not write lyrics I write prophecies
Too late for I'm sorry f*ck apologies
Writer: Ty Hands
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