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Ab-Soul
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Back Then
I'm turned up right now I'm turned up right now I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees But I got the chills right now I'm turned up right now I'm turned up right now I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees But I got the chills right now I'm turned up right now I'm turned up right now I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees But I got the chills right now She looks hot so I need that but if you can understand my language A dollar might fuck your main bitch I fuck a main bitch, ain't got no main bitch That was back then, no disrespect to none of them Cause what I learned from all of them, is that everything comes to an end So I'mma party to the end, can I finish, counting ends I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man She don't smoke, but she roll my dope I don't licky lick, she know that's a joke She suck dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide I wasn't great in algebra, but I can talk you about your bra Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run Harry fraudulent on the beat, I beat up that's my word Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee Back then, way back when, I was broke that s rub me Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did Swag on 300, TDE we balling man Inside the game ain't too much change I told y'all I been gone insane, that was Back then, way back when Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when Back then, way back when もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com My time is coming, look what I done did Yeah, bring it down, home girl ain t sharing I m balling, man, I m balling, man Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch I m balling, man, I m balling, man Sacked out, black out, rat out I m balling, man, I m balling, man Hey rag doll gotta help me, though Balling, man, I m balling, man I m balling, man, I m balling, man Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch I m balling, man, I m balling, man Hit her one time, don t call her, man Back then, way back then you d have thought I had sense That s cause you ain t know what I had since Ask you I m getting dude don t call me BMF I m spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy Shaking Fetuccine Alfredo, teenager s a pro Magazine, codeine, that s 16 and lean Keep that on the low, I m talking too much, I had two eatables Pour up a foe for soul, I m doing incredible Considering my schedule BET you think matters if it don t, it pay, though Show em the sing, that top dog, should ve signed a page row Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming Back then, way back when, I was broke that s rub me Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did Swag on 300, TDE we balling man Inside the game ain't too much change I told y'all I been gone insane, that was Back then, way back when Back then, way back when Back then, way back when, look what I done did Back then, way back when Back then, way back when My time is coming, look what I done did
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