69 - Cherokee Lyrics

I just had too much drink got a hangover
Wide body slide real smooth when I change over
Might have to send two shots at his membrane
Way her mouth grip on the tip shit insane
Blunt got me so damn high I got jet lag
Rocking all canary yellow diamonds call it Sinbad
Speeding to the money check a young nigga heart rate
I just want love baby I don't want heartache
Mixed with some Cherokee she keep her hair long
Finish him no back and forth this ain't ping pong
Only smoke loud I don't f*ck with no tobacco
My young niggas listen call plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Pull out that stick and his soul about to crossover
Bitch I been ballin I ain't got no crossover

This ar tuck tight and the clip hold a full thirty
I had to change up the spot did him too dirty
My plug is bilingual lowered his prices
Spitting these bars I ain't never seen Rikers
One kay for this fit I don't dress like no hobo
She down on her knees she gone go for a low blow
I only spit fire the beat had a cremation
Only go where the money go like I'm a free agent
Bitch call me a jet I'm so high like I'm peejaying
My nigga spin round yo block like he was deejaying
Way that she suck that shit down she a vacuum
I'ma let loose on that kitty a mancoon
He try to rob me that choppa go Clay Aiken
I'm spitting crack and no nigga not freebasing
I hit the range and I caught a hot shell casing
This grill is fitted it came in a custom
I smoke a pound and I ain't lift a muscle
I am not perfect so how can I judge you
Ride with a shooter D'Angelo Russell
This za got me sky I might sit on a planet
We might hit yo mans as collateral damage
I'm out in Denver I ball like a Bronco
I might load up in the trunk of this Bronco
This jewelry all white and it's shining it's blanco

I just had too much drink got a hangover
Wide body slide real smooth when I change over
Might have to send two shots at his membrane
Way her mouth grip on the tip shit insane
Blunt got me so damn high I got jet lag
Rocking all canary yellow diamonds call it Sinbad
Speeding to the money check a young nigga heart rate
I just want love baby I don't want heartache
Mixed with some Cherokee she keep her hair long
Finish him no back and forth this ain't ping pong
Only smoke loud I don't f*ck with no tobacco
My young niggas listen call plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Pull out that stick and his soul about to crossover
Bitch I been ballin I ain't go no crossover