landing on the steep the flat is where you scorn buckling steady breathing weed your thoughts there's something missing yield to you why the strain sour taste with every word
the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a friend You don't like it then peel off, bitch, every
you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour through one vein You try to scream, you choke You
[Tyga - Chorus] Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on Countin cash every morning before I leave home Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone and
appeared like you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s
one sip You probably choke on your own medicine Taste that Once you swallow then I got you trapped Taste this And let's see if you can handle it Just one sip You probably choke
loved her even more Than Marlon Brando loved souffle She was gorgeous, she was charming Yeah, she was perfect in every way Except she was always using the word
Every little step I make, we'll be together Every little, oww Every little step I (Every little step) Every little Every little step I take Every little Every little step I (Every
all, put a stop to the pain That goes on in my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every
You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin' with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose like every year
? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke
what I'm sayin'? Ain't no stoppin' me This was God's plan, this is what I am This is who Armageaddon is, n every sense of the word Yo, year 2000's around
? It's trickin', mayn, don't be a beeutch Be a real pimp, nigga Make that hoe pay you for every thang you do Every thang you do you gotta get money,
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single
sun And the swallows dance above the sun, yeah Every time I turn around, there's another face watching me Every time I turn around, there's another voice calling me Every
the frame twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain an eraser for a head, f-cking pencil for a frame you don't like it then peel off bitch every last
smoke then I choke and laugh, then toke on the left hand side No joke work can touch these Los Angeles souls We twist herbs up The word's a dangerous
