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Anicleto47 & Andretti88 - On Tha Brazos (feat. Osa Boone) Lyrics



Anicleto47 & Andretti88 - On Tha Brazos (feat. Osa Boone) Lyrics
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Smokin' blueberry, blue woah the world hat on Makin my rounds, prayin' that I make it back home
Say she went and got it waxed off so I can wax on
Only thing we ever think about is get the pack gone
Schmack gone, what's her name, used to get the crack gone
Fell off, in another week, I'll be back on
Outta town, niggas come in, we get our tax on
Never leave the house and forget to put ya strap on
Fat booty, bitch, so that mean she got a fat thong Ooh,
Ooh I get my clap on
Stay at the house while your bitch on my bone I'm a big smoker, like to take rips out the bong
And I feel a lil' cozy, might just stuff me a cone And you bein a lil' nosy, why you worry about your hoes
Ayy, highway ridin', gassin' up with your hoe And I'm a smooth P, nigga, I ain't get dramatic with bro
Ayy, cold nigga, make your bitch wet, then it snow And it's paper over pussy, but we get it off a hoe
And these niggas actin' mushy over pussy that ain't cold Stiff nigga, oh, really, why the f*ck he fold
Ayy, fast life, fast car, get it fast dough Ayy, thou shalt not ever love a hoes
Thats on woah
Ayy, old dirty Bastard, show my blick at the shhhhhhh
Old dirty bastard, show my blick at the show
Refrigerator empty, only thing we need is the stove I'm a P-I-M-P, breakin shhhh off a hoe
Break a bitch back, then I make her go back home Hitter from the back, tryin her hardest keep her tracks on
Yeah, I can turn your pocket lint to profit
Life's lived in moments, all decisions met with caution
I shower with my jewelry, I'm got used to them cold on the coast for two weeks just to get in the zone
Record the tape in my room, so the vibes feel at home
Why you plexing causing in problems? Why you stressing about that shit, man
You can't be stressing about shit like that, yeah
On my wrist, carrying Cartier tank, yeah You ever seen a pound of molly in a vace
2 AM, so I turn the traction off 600 for new boots on the Hemi
I'ma trust them facts f*ck feelings
I got a brand new chain that glisten
I got a brand new dame that listen
Cuz it's licenses from overseas, I love to smoke and sit and read
Meditating feel the power, alkaline, my pH balanced
Speakers alpine
Foreign fabrics, money double do the math
Sitting cozy, rolling hash, to much speed that whip might crash
On my wrist, carry Cartier tank, yeah
You ever seen a pound of molly in a vase
2 AM, so I turn the traction off
600 for new boots on the Hemi
I'ma trust them facts f*ck feelings
I got a brand new chain that glisten
I got a brand new dame that listen
Go get your ZZZ's, man, go sleep on what's happening If the grid goes down, how are you receiving the package
Sipping water on the daily, good cleaze a lil heavy on the eyes
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Smokin' blueberry, blue woah the world hat on Makin my rounds, prayin' that I make it back home
Say she went and got it waxed off so I can wax on
Only thing we ever think about is get the pack gone
Schmack gone, what's her name, used to get the crack gone
Fell off, in another week, I'll be back on
Outta town, niggas come in, we get our tax on
Never leave the house and forget to put ya strap on
Fat booty, bitch, so that mean she got a fat thong Ooh,
Ooh I get my clap on
Stay at the house while your bitch on my bone I'm a big smoker, like to take rips out the bong
And I feel a lil' cozy, might just stuff me a cone And you bein a lil' nosy, why you worry about your hoes
Ayy, highway ridin', gassin' up with your hoe And I'm a smooth P, nigga, I ain't get dramatic with bro
Ayy, cold nigga, make your bitch wet, then it snow And it's paper over pussy, but we get it off a hoe
And these niggas actin' mushy over pussy that ain't cold Stiff nigga, oh, really, why the f*ck he fold
Ayy, fast life, fast car, get it fast dough Ayy, thou shalt not ever love a hoes
Thats on woah
Ayy, old dirty Bastard, show my blick at the shhhhhhh
Old dirty bastard, show my blick at the show
Refrigerator empty, only thing we need is the stove I'm a P-I-M-P, breakin shhhh off a hoe
Break a bitch back, then I make her go back home Hitter from the back, tryin her hardest keep her tracks on
Yeah, I can turn your pocket lint to profit
Life's lived in moments, all decisions met with caution
I shower with my jewelry, I'm got used to them cold on the coast for two weeks just to get in the zone
Record the tape in my room, so the vibes feel at home
Why you plexing causing in problems? Why you stressing about that shit, man
You can't be stressing about shit like that, yeah
On my wrist, carrying Cartier tank, yeah You ever seen a pound of molly in a vace
2 AM, so I turn the traction off 600 for new boots on the Hemi
I'ma trust them facts f*ck feelings
I got a brand new chain that glisten
I got a brand new dame that listen
Cuz it's licenses from overseas, I love to smoke and sit and read
Meditating feel the power, alkaline, my pH balanced
Speakers alpine
Foreign fabrics, money double do the math
Sitting cozy, rolling hash, to much speed that whip might crash
On my wrist, carry Cartier tank, yeah
You ever seen a pound of molly in a vase
2 AM, so I turn the traction off
600 for new boots on the Hemi
I'ma trust them facts f*ck feelings
I got a brand new chain that glisten
I got a brand new dame that listen
Go get your ZZZ's, man, go sleep on what's happening If the grid goes down, how are you receiving the package
Sipping water on the daily, good cleaze a lil heavy on the eyes
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Writer: Osa Boone, Damian Flores
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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