Founds total 11 songs
Set It Out
Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk. Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty. From my song my hands, I ain't tryna be ya buddy.
Sell It Out
Smoked the bong to the bang and got drunk. Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty. From my song my hands, I ain't tryin be ya buddy.
One Forty
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed. 'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach. The level of the game that we die to see. I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free.
My Ride
Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs. Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades. Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me.
Light & Dark
Music, music, music. The blowin' of the wind. If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm. The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast. Your whole life is a beat.
Leave This Morning
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man. Come out to the West Coast more often. Aw it sounds good, ooh. What was you talkin about. Yeah. . [Chorus:]. I got to leave here this mornin', ah.
Kentucky Mud
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live. Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live.
Hustla
Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke. Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost. At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top.
Country Boyz
We just some country boys, country walk, country talk. Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off. We just some country boys, country walk, country talk.
Blowin' Trees
Yes sir. Nappy roots. Well I gotta go. Aww alright. . I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in. So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within. It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear.
Ballin' On A Budget
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget. Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'. City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky. Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky.
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