The Offerring
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feat. Bonnie Blunts & Fresh Moss Before you talk pay your ties, I got Andre Younglings on the … No doctor can prescribe a remedy for these similes, it’s indescribable Feel the cold in my line, seen daddy way back doing bold as a lion I’m …in his prime, the cloud that I’m on bears a nine Follow me down this purple brick road, ain’t no wizards involved It’s just some bitches and cars I need a light skin girl with a lot of courage I got weed so I never get discouraged The new niggas have arrived to salvage y’all, we came from the heavens Even though we raising hell got niggas 18 on the run, escaping jail These words are too mean, listen close as I excel Drink your wine while it’s still warm, look at the time while it’s still going Smoking bar weed, feeling more paranoid And fuck, I think I need another phone, I think my momma need another home Time to make it happen, let me do it with these words Sipping codeine soda, got my vision blurred, kinda impaired Got my sipping slurred, what are you saying, that we do this Every yale white cell, that’s the true shit I got a level that’ll make your whole view switch You never abducted by the new clique, blowing weed through stained glass My regime, did we take cash? Drinking wine out the goblet Everyone will recite this Drink the wine ‘fore it is warm Drink the wine ‘fore it is warm Drink the wine ‘fore it is warm Drink the wine ‘fore it is warm Elevate my mind, wanna get up in my brain Remember that one time, take that chick that make me lain When you touch your half friends nothing is the same But I levitate like a fucking phoenix out the rain Puff magic dragon, exhale out flames Slow back to back, smoke up to my knees Some do it for the fun, I do it not to go insane It’s levels to attain, every girl white cell, join a campaign Bitches led a fast life, sipping champagne Middle finger to my past life, swearing through the lanes Jolly ranches on ice at the …feeling fire in the plain Then I come back to Earth feeling rebirth These niggas feel thirst when they see me spit a verse But I got that voodoo how I leave them in the curse These bitches talking doodoo time I put them in the dirt The Lord giveth finna Lord taketh Fuck nigga, I could do the same Every white cell likes that, yeah, my nigga, you could do the same They call me Skinny Fresco, just one of my many names A nigga started from the bottom then worked my way up Then it became, I smoke weed, sip lean, don’t pop pills Here’s a cool skinny nigga with some hot wheels These niggas thinking every day many not real Love a mark’s smith, pick a target, they get shot, killed It’s levels to this shit, every yale white cell, got ‘em all I’m always on the court like Bron ‘cause a nigga gotta ball
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