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desert whip - alex pgsv lyrics

moving slow
she never told that she wants to go home
has she had enough?
blue and gold, the colors glow
that’s what we say when we’re both stoned
(had enough)

know i got my problems
come up to the crib every night so we can solve em
up every morning for the cake
take that slice, make it last all year, now we’re ballin
the police sounds in c town
the weed loud
g67 with the seat down, and i’m playin with her titties in the mothaf*ckin’ jeep now
blonde hair skinny b*tch (blow!)
with the rooftop gone, and her mood popped on
with the itty bitty waist, the devil in her dress coming at me like a satanic ritual
thank god all this sh*t is subliminal
moonlight strolls through the city with the beat dun blastin, going up in flames in the casket, back in the backseat, mood like a criminal

rapper, trapper, keep it, rollin’
smoke it, cook it, hot box, smoking
whip it, whip it, whip it, i bleed
goin’, chakra, desert, scene

i know she got head so good, she got a bounty
in a bad mood because of people all around me
moved out the city to the hills, bored of doin pills, got me rollin in a different county
best s*x ever in the valley
call me up coach*lla, i’m a sella, and i’m only sellin brownies
got so lost in my mind, but i found me
sellin’ out shows, you know anything about me?
where you gonna go when the sky falls?
where you gonna go when the sock hops?
where you gonna go when you see cops?
stupid motherf*cker in the whip hotbox
what you doin if you see a b*tch levitate?
i don’t gloat, but i float, when i levitate
just dun bought me a yacht, we can celebrate
only smoke chronic when i medicate

moving slow
she never told that she wants to go home
has she had enough?
blue and gold, the colors glow
that’s what we say when we’re both stoned
(had enough)

know i always keep my promise
i am just kid from a city so i cannot be dishonest
d*ck so gold, its outrageous
you gon want f*ck when we famous
with the clique we skrt!
off the trip we skrt skrt!
foreign whip we skrt!
and she even let me move my fingers up her skirt

oh what occurred?
we goin absurd
we goin’ third ward like it’s pots up in the kitchen cooking dinner with my b*tches
and we feelin like it’s stitches so i stack up all the riches in hand like “bang! bang! bang!”
how they hang with the south side fade, it’s the southside gang where they wanna take your chain off
always wanna hit rodeo with the banks off
east to the west when i take off
bake another brownie for the bake off
whip goin 90 with the brakes off
don’t you see my tryna finish, in a bad mood
david bowie in his youth, i’m a bad dude
and we never up to good, got a bad crew
ever since i stood up, it’s been old news
hit me up if you think anything is past due
and i know you miss it when i had you
rapper, trapper, keep it, rollin’
smoke it, cook it, hot box, smoking
whip it, whip it, whip it, i bleed
goin’, chakra, desert, scene

moving slow
she never told that she wants to go home
has she had enough?
blue and gold, the colors glow
that’s what we say when we’re both stoned
(had enough)

- alex pgsv lyrics

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