Kirko Bangz - Essay lyrics

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Slow mode, slow mode

Slow mode, slow mode

Uh, riding down, 59, man, I’m thrown with my essay

My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, that be my essay

Just got, just got off the flight, the put up to the heights

In my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight

Gotta… bright and clean, got that straight from Arizona

Shit! The drink, the drink, I got that shit from California!

Shit! The ride, the ride, oh if you’re trying to get ‘em key

Catch a shooter, shooter with some stars grind …

Yeah susha, get … a susha

I’m saying no punta, my pockets Pumba.

And I’m so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing

When the cars pull up, man, I was slow chocking me an essay!

Hook:

I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay

I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay

I’m riding clean with my essay

And everybody know I got them things for my essay

And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!

I got a whole bunch of killers with me

I throw my H town up in the sky

Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies!

I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown

Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe

I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown

Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe

I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown

Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe

I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown

Run around the city getting brain from a bad hoe

She my essay, my fucking…

I fuck her so good, she be like, “can I get the dick home?”

I know, know, gonna gonna play me

Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze

I’m blowing, blowing hazy

Yeah, I’m all up in this dazy

I’ll be like, “bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me!”

I don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a damn

Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!

Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!

Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!

I don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a damn

My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten

But shit! I’m the man! I’m on the fucking mic

She gonna ride dirty, Kush don’t pour me out that….

Hook:

I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay

I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay

I’m riding clean with my essay

And everybody know I got them things for my essay

And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!

I got a whole bunch of killers with me

I throw my H town up in the sky

Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies!

Me and my essay speak…

See, I told she don’t she she don’t talk shit

No, she just let the take play

No referees around, you better hope you’re lucky left day

And aching ain’t the hope, the hope you’re right

Don’t let you left play!

Uh, me… reader

Me sure to see you

Now only do your fuck me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh

And empanadas and quesadillas

I’ll beat your pussy like piñatas,

Get your ass a visa, uh!

That corpus Chris who riding with my dog…

That corpus Chris who riding with my dog…

I know a girl from… that probably needs a homie

That corpus Chris who riding with my dog…

I know a girl from… that probably needs a homie

And if you’re real, she gonna fuck us at the same time

My … say, don’t fuck, don’t fuck, don’t put me on!

Hook:

I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay

I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay

I’m riding clean with my essay

And everybody know I got them things for my essay

And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!

I got a whole bunch of killers with me

I throw my H town up in the sky

Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies!