The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Few shots of patron
Now I'm feeling in my zone
Any girl in the room
Can get her back blown
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Five 9 she give me head I shoot like a wig splittah
Rollin up doobies got the sour got the bitter
Livin like a movie watch her strip
I'm a big tipper
Put that dip in her hip
She my big dipper
Lookin like a star like I play for the Clippers
Shawty wanna get a taste of the vision
Make her life clearer
Shawty look good in a wife beater
And some sweats so ima beat her pussy till it stretch
Give her rest then she say she ready for the next round
Her libido too high ain't letting my dick calm down
If I was a mayor of a town it'd be pound town
If I cut my hair then in the club you know its goin' down
If I catch you starin nod so a threat I don't pronounce
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Bottle in my hand its either green or either brown
Bottle to the head now you leakin' on the ground
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Put my money thru the laundromat wash it in the south
That was dirty money but its clean now
Give it to my bitch callin' that shit her allowance
Callin that shit her allowance
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
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The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Few shots of patron
Now I'm feeling in my zone
Any girl in the room
Can get her back blown
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Five 9 she give me head I shoot like a wig splittah
Rollin up doobies got the sour got the bitter
Livin like a movie watch her strip
I'm a big tipper
Put that dip in her hip
She my big dipper
Lookin like a star like I play for the Clippers
Shawty wanna get a taste of the vision
Make her life clearer
Shawty look good in a wife beater
And some sweats so ima beat her pussy till it stretch
Give her rest then she say she ready for the next round
Her libido too high ain't letting my dick calm down
If I was a mayor of a town it'd be pound town
If I cut my hair then in the club you know its goin' down
If I catch you starin nod so a threat I don't pronounce
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Bottle in my hand its either green or either brown
Bottle to the head now you leakin' on the ground
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Put my money thru the laundromat wash it in the south
That was dirty money but its clean now
Give it to my bitch callin' that shit her allowance
Callin that shit her allowance
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Few shots of patron
Now I'm feeling in my zone
Any girl in the room
Can get her back blown
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Five 9 she give me head I shoot like a wig splittah
Rollin up doobies got the sour got the bitter
Livin like a movie watch her strip
I'm a big tipper
Put that dip in her hip
She my big dipper
Lookin like a star like I play for the Clippers
Shawty wanna get a taste of the vision
Make her life clearer
Shawty look good in a wife beater
And some sweats so ima beat her pussy till it stretch
Give her rest then she say she ready for the next round
Her libido too high ain't letting my dick calm down
If I was a mayor of a town it'd be pound town
If I cut my hair then in the club you know its goin' down
If I catch you starin nod so a threat I don't pronounce
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
You ain't ever coming down
Bottle in my hand its either green or either brown
Bottle to the head now you leakin' on the ground
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Runnin from the feds on my back I got an ounce
Put my money thru the laundromat wash it in the south
That was dirty money but its clean now
Give it to my bitch callin' that shit her allowance
Callin that shit her allowance
The old me dead
The coroner announced
I got low key bread
Come see it for yourself
I got every type of drink
Come drink off the top shelf
And I got gas, it's really loud
Put your head in the clouds
You ain't ever coming down
Writer: Makoa Yoshida
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