a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

last minute trips - azizi gibson lyrics

[intro]
keep that burp in it to make it natural
sound like my woman in the cut
let me tell you some sh*t
(holy)

[verse 1]
you the reason why i can’t drink casamigos
with my amigos, out in tj with some freak hoes
goin’ free throws with some bottles, eatin’ cheetos
f*ck with me, socialize, i got the cheat codes
hoes out the door, i don’t know but they with me though
long day, long flight, i finna f*ck tonight (h*rny)
life’s a b*tch but i’m rich, so i’m sittin’ tight
no demise to them guys, i’m just here to glide
the game’s weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide
just me and my gs, collect the fees, if you come short then you might die
you see the st**z, you smell the breeze, i’m somewhere lit drinkin’ mai tais
we rollin’ a tree, hand on my d, talk is cheap, it’s bye*bye
no phone on a beach, i can’t be reached, not this week, i’m on my time

[chorus]
we gettin’ low on you b*tches, hahaha
we gettin’ low on these n*ggas, ah
we gettin’ low on you b*tches, hahaha
we gettin’ low on these n*ggas, ah
take this sh*t to the grave if i can, i’m the reaper fan
best believe i’ma stay where i stand, i ain’t movin’ again
give a sh*t ’bout these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’ when it come to this bread
give a sh*t ’bout these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’ when it come to this bread (holy)
take this sh*t to the grave if i can, i’m the reaper fan
best believe i’ma stay where i stand, i ain’t movin’ again
give a sh*t ’bout these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’ when it come to this bread
give a sh*t ’bout these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’ when it come to this bread
[verse 2]
fettucini
my b*tch a meanie, i’m [stampin’?] it
in the evening i’m stabbin’ it
i see ass and i’m grabbin’ it
you is you, can’t compare my chick
’cause you know she bad as sh*t
now look at you, mad as sh*t
boy, you better go get a grip

[chorus]
i don’t do favors, you ain’t give me no health
i’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself
b*tch read my palm, said my life full of wealth
i heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
i don’t do favors, you ain’t give me health
i’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself
b*tch read my palm, said my life full of wealth
i heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf

[outro]
liar
holy

- azizi gibson lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular