Brand new paper none my big blue bills is filthy
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
(Woah Woah)
Yea the racks coming in but I'm outside
Got your girl on her knees and her mouth wide
Thought you were the shit but your clout died
I been going in and it's bout time
Got drank and the gas and its combined
Let your bitch take a hit make her unwind
All these diamonds gon' bite in the sunshine
Hop on the beat and I kill it again I just ride it like motorcycles
Oh my god I'm gettin old next year I'll be 23 like Michael
They takin shots like rifles
I'm standing tall like the Eiffel
Next thing I'm boutta say is a typo
Tryna make profit like triple
Oops I meant triple
Bitch I'm the whole damn wave and the ripple
You just conflicted you stuck in a pickle
Cook up the fire with the wrist let it sizzle (Yeah)
White girl she halfway decent
You know that bitch ain't vegan
Loubitins yea they bleedin'
Good shmoke is all I'm breathin'
Brand new paper none my big blue bills is filthy
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
LB Surreal - Filthy Lyrics
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Brand new paper none my big blue bills is filthy
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
(Woah Woah)
Yea the racks coming in but I'm outside
Got your girl on her knees and her mouth wide
Thought you were the shit but your clout died
I been going in and it's bout time
Got drank and the gas and its combined
Let your bitch take a hit make her unwind
All these diamonds gon' bite in the sunshine
Hop on the beat and I kill it again I just ride it like motorcycles
Oh my god I'm gettin old next year I'll be 23 like Michael
They takin shots like rifles
I'm standing tall like the Eiffel
Next thing I'm boutta say is a typo
Tryna make profit like triple
Oops I meant triple
Bitch I'm the whole damn wave and the ripple
You just conflicted you stuck in a pickle
Cook up the fire with the wrist let it sizzle (Yeah)
White girl she halfway decent
You know that bitch ain't vegan
Loubitins yea they bleedin'
Good shmoke is all I'm breathin'
Brand new paper none my big blue bills is filthy
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
(Woah Woah)
Yea the racks coming in but I'm outside
Got your girl on her knees and her mouth wide
Thought you were the shit but your clout died
I been going in and it's bout time
Got drank and the gas and its combined
Let your bitch take a hit make her unwind
All these diamonds gon' bite in the sunshine
Hop on the beat and I kill it again I just ride it like motorcycles
Oh my god I'm gettin old next year I'll be 23 like Michael
They takin shots like rifles
I'm standing tall like the Eiffel
Next thing I'm boutta say is a typo
Tryna make profit like triple
Oops I meant triple
Bitch I'm the whole damn wave and the ripple
You just conflicted you stuck in a pickle
Cook up the fire with the wrist let it sizzle (Yeah)
White girl she halfway decent
You know that bitch ain't vegan
Loubitins yea they bleedin'
Good shmoke is all I'm breathin'
Brand new paper none my big blue bills is filthy
Can't get out of bed because my sheets is silky
Loud pack got me dead yessir that bong get milky
I ain't do that shit but she be making me feel guilty
Homie this ice is chilly (Ay)
Writer: Jonathan Simeone
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