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Who's that creeping through the city in that dark ass tint? Misdemeanor on the way, yo I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I'm gymnast Bending blocks, my world of Legos Now baby, hold that wheel while I'm rolling up Hopefully she old enough up To purchase that liquor, what I need from the store She understands her selection, advance her affection And fears my rejection, never needing a hoe I got plans to be that nigga, I know you met him as a child He gave you 10 bones, don't sweat it, don't wile Be cool for a minute, '93 'Til be cool for Emmett The hung soul a rapper goes rapping those wrapping woes up Defying foes, lying toes, weapons on tuck Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement But Rashad got applause for releasing the music Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up I've been getting higher and higher And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up Niggas stepping in the swimming pool, invincible Women I pursue get lost in this Middle of the summer's in Miami Kembe with me, Henney, sipping shots like I bought it for him Letras de cancionesI'm a brown skin small waisted I'm creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties, too I like her attitude, I like her flexible She got a baby due, I think she bisexual At least I hope so I glance to that little grown man at her front door He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come for My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain't nothing new I can spend a couple 22s if I want to I save it for the tour, the allure of the gap tooth Rap toose, in shape of something I always knew he would make it something He got schemes to smoke green And make him some, take 'em son Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up I've been getting higher and higher And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up From Letras Mania