Kreed

Bobby Womack how I like my friends hoes Scorpio man I lack self control Rockstar life anything goes Kick it with me now she playing with her nose If I love you then I'm licking every hole Next Christmas Ima gift you with the stroke But right now Im chasing every damn dollar baby Million verses from my home studio Porsche Panamera filled with them poles More magazines than Times or The Vogue There was times I had to grind on my own Did some things I can't put in a song Signal app we don't use a real phone Homies call me white when they see me smoking out a bong BBWs really put me in my zone Just want to end my night with something thick to feel on Pistol whip em til his blood on the chrome Pistol whip em til his head no longer on Opp smoke yeah all in the air Smoke ya buds yeah I'm talking bout ya homies Get graphic in my hood at any moment 9 tatted that just mean I got it on me Stone island I don't think you can afford it Memoir denim yeah I got it from the homie Backwood smoke Kreed my cologne Backwood smoke and the Kreed my cologne 151 ain't got these on F*ck the triple S's got a style of my own Got a style of my own Backwood smoke and the Kreed my cologne Backwood smoke and the Kreed my cologne 151 ain't got these on F*ck the triple S's got a style of my own Got a style of my own Backwood smoke and the Kreed my cologne Backwood smoke and the Kreed my cologne 151 ain't got these on