Said I'm feeling better. I'm with whatever nigga
Done got it together. My people told me them benjis be where ever for real
This kush from the cola culture. So high it bring me closure
Too good to lose my focus. Can't drive, I don't feel sober
I ain't no crash out. Dummy, my partna'll spazz out
Rocking a letterman inside the leather. It look like a Glock but it's blacked out
Shootin' shit first like a bad cop. Who hit em' first, you get cashed out
Promise at birth, I was bag scouting
I got a matte black on my bag. Different shades of green in it
Weed too strong, shouldn't even put the lean with it
Fat jean Joe I gotta rock, then lean with it
I got a problem, it's probably false and I'm focused on cream, mane
Shout out to them hunnids. I love a 50
I got the blues and the pinks. Shit startin' to look like a gender reveal
My niggas geared up. I feel like we hitting them boys in the field
I get allergic to the fake shit. Lil nigga we been in a drill
Jo'sef - House Party Lyrics
Jo'sef - House Party Lyrics
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Said I'm feeling better. I'm with whatever nigga
Done got it together. My people told me them benjis be where ever for real
This kush from the cola culture. So high it bring me closure
Too good to lose my focus. Can't drive, I don't feel sober
I ain't no crash out. Dummy, my partna'll spazz out
Rocking a letterman inside the leather. It look like a Glock but it's blacked out
Shootin' shit first like a bad cop. Who hit em' first, you get cashed out
Promise at birth, I was bag scouting
I got a matte black on my bag. Different shades of green in it
Weed too strong, shouldn't even put the lean with it
Fat jean Joe I gotta rock, then lean with it
I got a problem, it's probably false and I'm focused on cream, mane
Shout out to them hunnids. I love a 50
I got the blues and the pinks. Shit startin' to look like a gender reveal
My niggas geared up. I feel like we hitting them boys in the field
I get allergic to the fake shit. Lil nigga we been in a drill
Done got it together. My people told me them benjis be where ever for real
This kush from the cola culture. So high it bring me closure
Too good to lose my focus. Can't drive, I don't feel sober
I ain't no crash out. Dummy, my partna'll spazz out
Rocking a letterman inside the leather. It look like a Glock but it's blacked out
Shootin' shit first like a bad cop. Who hit em' first, you get cashed out
Promise at birth, I was bag scouting
I got a matte black on my bag. Different shades of green in it
Weed too strong, shouldn't even put the lean with it
Fat jean Joe I gotta rock, then lean with it
I got a problem, it's probably false and I'm focused on cream, mane
Shout out to them hunnids. I love a 50
I got the blues and the pinks. Shit startin' to look like a gender reveal
My niggas geared up. I feel like we hitting them boys in the field
I get allergic to the fake shit. Lil nigga we been in a drill
Writer: Josef Washington
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