Woorden:
Head Like A Kite

kid, Armani suits Fresh fruits, vally boots, and Benzs Countin' up, smokin', one cuff Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt Fuck it, steam about a hundred and one L's Kites

keep a bad bitch let me sign your boobs I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew Listen u should buy a

pickin' up my check I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike Rubber c*** on my b*** so I'm h*** as a kite Red monkeys wit' a crist, twelve hundred

way The things we'll do will make you feel like a woman Falling in love with a man she doesn't even know The words we'll say will send your mind on a

body sleepy, But at lest its hard to rest Im a nervous reck, I walk with stress I used to walk around with a tech, but nowadays I be like fuck it dawg

've been able to chill Maybe a black face on a dollar bill I keep hope alive that I stay alive I think it's comin', I'm tryin' not to drink and drive A

it all night, without the lights And if itz tight don't worry I'll make it right Its like we flowin off dat ecstacy High as a kite I don't eat pussy

fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow Made her give my man head

'm sour 22 feelin' like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a