Rose petals by the tub, baby, light up that blunt
Ain't no need for that alarm, ears ringin' when you come
If you're off that little thang, gon and stick out your tongue
I get mines, pour another line, need a little drank in my cup
Increase by any means, subtract now they can't see
That a playa about his business, if you can't keep up that ain't on me
Get my paper, sun hit tapers, slab gleamin' off the sea
Couldn't do it how I do it, might as well not try to compete
Southwest, we just still, it's still f*ck how you feelin'
Curb to curb to three wheelin', blowin' big in them candy paint suburbans
I can show you how to do it, but it was sewn before birth
On this earth 3 many times, bitch you can't question my worth
Clockin' pockets, need to stop it, no need to dig in that dirt
Screwed Up Click, til it hurt
For The Slab til that hearse
Shit could be worse
Domsta - Gleamin' Lyrics
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Rose petals by the tub, baby, light up that blunt
Ain't no need for that alarm, ears ringin' when you come
If you're off that little thang, gon and stick out your tongue
I get mines, pour another line, need a little drank in my cup
Increase by any means, subtract now they can't see
That a playa about his business, if you can't keep up that ain't on me
Get my paper, sun hit tapers, slab gleamin' off the sea
Couldn't do it how I do it, might as well not try to compete
Southwest, we just still, it's still f*ck how you feelin'
Curb to curb to three wheelin', blowin' big in them candy paint suburbans
I can show you how to do it, but it was sewn before birth
On this earth 3 many times, bitch you can't question my worth
Clockin' pockets, need to stop it, no need to dig in that dirt
Screwed Up Click, til it hurt
For The Slab til that hearse
Shit could be worse
Ain't no need for that alarm, ears ringin' when you come
If you're off that little thang, gon and stick out your tongue
I get mines, pour another line, need a little drank in my cup
Increase by any means, subtract now they can't see
That a playa about his business, if you can't keep up that ain't on me
Get my paper, sun hit tapers, slab gleamin' off the sea
Couldn't do it how I do it, might as well not try to compete
Southwest, we just still, it's still f*ck how you feelin'
Curb to curb to three wheelin', blowin' big in them candy paint suburbans
I can show you how to do it, but it was sewn before birth
On this earth 3 many times, bitch you can't question my worth
Clockin' pockets, need to stop it, no need to dig in that dirt
Screwed Up Click, til it hurt
For The Slab til that hearse
Shit could be worse
Writer: Dominick Ferranti
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