Neako

Neako - Left, Right, Left lyrics

rate me

All the yellows mount up, ghost

Yeah, my faith is sealed and I know

I blow smoke and just deal with it

My youngings out of control

They popping pills at will nigga

I can semi auto my flow, but for now let me paint my picture

In the constant fight for my soul

I’m still here so I must be winning

Hooterville, west side, this is that place you don’t wanna go

Shoot to kill, left, life,

Niggas act like they the lord yo

Send you one, that high … beamer light

This can’t be right

Riding low with my compadres,

Zooming through the streets while you sleep at night

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

High as fuck with young sex life

High as fuck with nasa,

High as fuck with fresco

Jabo plus move dash, smiley girls when I cruise past

Don’t jump, get loose fast

Little do they know, I’m killer with the flow

Fuck them other niggas and them motherfuckers know

I flow cause I’m so high,

Toast to the most high, sex in my most…

Read in the massage

Chill for a minute just to focus on my bindess

Now I’m right back and I’m coming for you niggas

Done with my breakfast, started on my dinner

Smoke as we all say

Future world, zebra … yeah these niggas know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these bitches know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these niggas know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

This time around ain’t no love shown

Not for these niggas in this rap shit

Tired of fuck around with these actors

I hear all about them from a bad bitch

Chilling in the room, we relaxing

I tell her don’t talk about rappers

I tell her don’t talk about passion

Getting high and that’s it

Every … and that’s it

Catch blanco in a fast whip,

Driving to where the cash is

Somebody gotta come and catch this

On video

Hooterville, west side, my city know

I’ll let you choose, you pick the flow

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

LV, LY, self niggas know what’s up

LV, LY, self bitches know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these niggas know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these bitches know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these niggas know what’s up

Future world, zebra … yeah these bitches know what’s up.

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