Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні Larry Bird, виконавця - Money Man. Дата випуску: 26.10.2023
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Мова пісні: Англійська
Larry Bird |
| I stare at the full moon when I’m walkin' through mountains |
| I hang with coyotes, you hearin' them howlin' |
| We fuck to my mixtape, she love how it soundin' |
| Hydroplanin' can’t you hear that bitch growin' |
| I smoke this shit just like I’m draco leukemic |
| I live this shit, niggas can tell from my image |
| Cannot hide no bitch, I can’t give a hoe privelege |
| I’m swipin' shit to that info, you not privy |
| Got |
| motorhomes, they filled with flour |
| My makeshift grower got generator power |
| That |
| them plants down to superceded |
| The police found a grow, them niggas had impeded |
| Got |
| I’m snatchin' this bitch, cause I heard she be treatin' |
| Only precedent future, can’t worry about the previous |
| Might take a plug off, Big Money deviant |
| Have young Carlos bring me ingredients |
| Put it in soil, and then I’m completin' it |
| Smokin' on my strain' they really be needin' it |
| Shawty love my dick, she really be needin' it |
| Shipments and pallets in boatload from Oregon |
| They like how you got so many, they pourin' in |
| You can buy this shit |
| 10,000 square feet facility storing it |
| Come fuck me bae, then go buy me info |
| 1,000 pallets of shit that’s a distro |
| Three different seeds in a pipe, that’s a miso |
| This shit is crazy, one hell of an elbow |
| I’m in New York, they treat me like a Deity |
| Can’t do splits, you gotta get it repeatedly |
| Cannabis, DOT, we havin' all of that |
| We fallin' forward, hell naw we ain’t fallin' back |
| He hit that purple, and he had a lung attack |
| 100k all week, I told her to thumb through that |
| I pushed his shit back, I hate that it came to that |
| Seven grams over I see where he weighin' at |
| Wireless hotspot, anonymous login |
| I grew up with cats so |
| I stare at the full moon when I’m walkin' through mountains |
| I hang with coyotes, you hearin' them howlin' |
| We fuck to my mixtape, she love how it soundin' |
| Hydroplanin' can’t you hear that bitch growin' |
| I smoke this shit just like I’m draco leukemic |
| I live this shit, niggas can tell from my image |
| Cannot hide no bitch, I can’t give a hoe privelege |
| I’m swipin' shit to that info, you not privy |
| Got |
| motorhomes, they filled with flour |
| My makeshift grower got generator power |
| That |
| them plants down to superceded |
| The police found a grow, them niggas had impeded |
| Got |
| I’m snatchin' this bitch, cause I heard she be treatin' |
| Only precedent future, can’t worry about the previous |
| Might take a plug off, Big Money deviant |