Cotton Candy Clouds

Yea cotton candy clouds out in daygo THC lean poured up in a faygo Baby i aint fly across the country just To play though That skin so soft and that head so Fuego oh lord Parallel park in the dark for we start Swear that pussy like art mozart on God Good guys always finish last thats Law But my bitch bad i dont want yall Brawds Cant cop this drip you cant taste this Sauce In La Jolla ill spoil her aint worried Bout a cost Took a lost but i bounced back Harder than Lebron Ima don even Sean Don nod to this Song I aint gone i just moved on how you Think im wrong I done starved i done seen it all now I'm tryna ball In the fall i dont fall off I just called off three plays cause now Days that money to small ah Oooo I just made love in the desert I just got head in good weather I just spent real cheese feta Im about to pop no Beretta That internet money just feel better If you aint talkin cash then ima need Rosetta Smokin in the hills im somewhere Near Coachella I dont need Moet to make her Mo Wetter lil boy I just wanna hit her like ooo swear I'm leanin with Akela hittin Marijuana higher than a ceiling, I aint feelin none of you and i aint Goin in agreement She on Tequila and feelin my dick While i been speeding Shit im about to hit her like ooo Now im back up in it round two Fresh out of her birthday suit Spilling truths Sippin 42 Shit like 80 proof Baby loose all up in the booth I just battled all my demons now im Driving out in Cali with my A1 Bitch try and play dumb You know im still rollin with my day Ones Shun brought 8 drums You know ima shoot it like a layup Back to back black on black with my A1s 20 in my mouth they act stupid when I say something Out of the south its 407 where i came From During a drought i touched pounds And i came up Oooo Cotton candy clouds in Fiesta I dont need a sole investor I could never fold under pressure If it aint tucked its on the dresser If i gotta bust you ketchup now catch Up I dont gotta reason to let up Yall pure pussy go ahead and lift that Dress up im fed up Them Twitter fingers shaking when You at me just fess up Now who the f*ck is you to tell me What i cant say Kid n Play on the beat but i dont play Sugar Ray with the beef no steak Clean face no treway case i move safe In any city and state In Cali eating the cake Calamari on the plate And shrimp out of the lake Been sippin on Cabernet Im living in day today Been fucking her day to day I inflate she place her face below the Waist ah Salmon Ravioli in a lemon base Wedding Cake in a King Palm Game Grape Shit Jeremy kept scaring me but bitch We beat the case Shoelace pace im getting tied up with The law and still win the race Still with the gang Trill everyday Still hit the K Sealed with the drank Pills put away ay Aint a damn thing change Except getting bae a wedding ring And tryna figure out a wedding date Ah shit hardest fucking chico out Nigga F*ck that shit Ah