Shrooms On My Ass Songtext
von K Camp
Shrooms On My Ass Songtext
What wrong Kane?
(When I came down)
Ooo, shit
I′m tryna make y'all understand
Yeah
Vibed out
Vigilant sweats on
Rhude t-shirt
What′s happening
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what's happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain′t bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain't real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i′m passing
He don't want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
Pretty bitches screaming
They just want me cause my aura lit
Fell in love with money
Pray to God I get more of it
42 and 30s it aint good
But I want more of it
Know this bitch aint shit
But my dick it want more of it
Everywhere I go bitches on me
Yeah I′m piped up
I came from that mud
What I do, I got my Ice up
I see how he looking
Oh he hating, he don't like us
Got some goons with me
Quick to shoot, they don′t fight much
Oh that's why you broke
Cause you still gossiping about such and such
I just get that cash and fuck on hoes
Ain't gotta do too much
On gang
I said I just get that cash and fuck on hoes
Ain′t gotta do too much
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what′s happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain't bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain′t real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i'm passing
He don′t want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
She said she aint seen me
Baby oh I miss you
Pull up to your crib
Fuck you good with my pistol
Baby you too nasty
That's the reason I ain't kiss you
If that nigga pop up to your spot
It′s gone be an issue
One inside the head
I ain′t scared they gone miss you
One inside the head
Yo momma gone need a tissue
Wanted me some money
Since a jit playing kickball
Riding with my guys
That's for life, until the wheels fall
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what′s happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain't bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain′t real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i'm passing
He don't want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
(When I came down)
Ooo, shit
I′m tryna make y'all understand
Yeah
Vibed out
Vigilant sweats on
Rhude t-shirt
What′s happening
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what's happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain′t bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain't real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i′m passing
He don't want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
Pretty bitches screaming
They just want me cause my aura lit
Fell in love with money
Pray to God I get more of it
42 and 30s it aint good
But I want more of it
Know this bitch aint shit
But my dick it want more of it
Everywhere I go bitches on me
Yeah I′m piped up
I came from that mud
What I do, I got my Ice up
I see how he looking
Oh he hating, he don't like us
Got some goons with me
Quick to shoot, they don′t fight much
Oh that's why you broke
Cause you still gossiping about such and such
I just get that cash and fuck on hoes
Ain't gotta do too much
On gang
I said I just get that cash and fuck on hoes
Ain′t gotta do too much
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what′s happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain't bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain′t real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i'm passing
He don′t want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
She said she aint seen me
Baby oh I miss you
Pull up to your crib
Fuck you good with my pistol
Baby you too nasty
That's the reason I ain't kiss you
If that nigga pop up to your spot
It′s gone be an issue
One inside the head
I ain′t scared they gone miss you
One inside the head
Yo momma gone need a tissue
Wanted me some money
Since a jit playing kickball
Riding with my guys
That's for life, until the wheels fall
Shrooms on my ass
Got my feeling like what′s happening
If she throw that pussy
Know i'm smashing I ain′t passing
I get to the money, yes I do
But I ain't bragging
Imma shoot my shot
But I learn most of this from practice
Fuck that pussy nigga
He ain′t real that boy be acting
Classic Reeboks on
I smell like money when i'm passing
He don't want his bitch
But I do so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for bout an hour
And bring that bag in
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