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final fantasy - grey sweatpants lyrics

[intro: chachi pajamas]
like why would you not want to support this right here man
we’re doing, we’re doing superb things man
we’re just trying to p-ss on the blessings man
it’s all love

[verse 1: flash giordani]
i’m in my cotton candy camouflage, i’m shining so politely
my mannerisms and please & thank you’s make all them like me
my ex still feeling me but i told her don’t get near to me
because america taught me that it ain’t always good to have history, forsure
smoking dope in the rarest clothes
my combinations unlock these hoes, the key is to have control
starting food fights at mental inst-tutions when i get depressed
worked in restaurants but now i’m blessed to serve the world success
holding poison in my chest, suck my d-ck until you break your neck
whipping the wheel of fortune, 500 for the watch
but i never take the time out to give it a check
she all drunk whispering in my ear
told me she wet like the seaside pier
i f-cked your girlfriend homie yea i know that’s hard to hear
like deaf folks but i gave her breast strokes with my swimming lessons
lessons you should learn, never wife that b-tch if she over a 8.7
i’m 5’6-5’7 but my self-esteem higher than heaven
lounging in that 07′ 350z, rims like propellers
she getting dressed up just to come and spark some sess up
dog they stressing me, be checking me
i slang that d-ck and now that b-tch obsessed with me
smoke out the moon roof, i’m plotting on the stars
got your girl heart jumping when i rap these xanny bars

[chorus: flash giordani]
i told god my final fantasy is to see all the world upon
driving fancy cars with broads and rocking ice, don’t even know what it cost
man i just want the privilege to stunt on those that be hating on me
man i just want the privilege to count a mil and smoke my weed

[verse 2: chachi pajamas]
i’m so sarcastic and honest, my bottom b-tch pocahontas
promised flash we would make it by the time he graduated
skipping cl-sses, being stoners, never got that diploma
we been plotting, we been watching n-gg-s make it
who can’t rap better than us, f-ck
but i can’t hate, i offered the fist b-mp, he reached for the handshake
look in the man face and see he respect me
i’m a low-key og with this rap sh-t
internet n-gg- straight getting it
man these baltimore rappers know who i is
created 7th floor villains then i left the sh-t
got a catchers mitt on my left hand
because b-tches throwing that p-ssy
i’m trying to go to the studio
catching hoes like common colds, i p-ss them off like rubio
floating like i’m frylock, don’t feel time but i see clocks
so i feel impatient while i’m waiting on my dream
for my cream, so i’m smoking weed doing lsd
bury me next to b.i.g. in sweatpants and a tee
park my car then i f-ck your b-tch, leave her in the street
eating pringles, i look like overton from living single

- grey sweatpants lyrics

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