K Suave Academy Bible Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, You ain't gotta feel suicidal, huh
She pray to the academy bible (academy bible)

[Chorus]
Me and my bitch gettin' high, I'm letting her do anything she believe in
Lambtruck bend the corner, like the police, i got 'em all freezin'
Next time we're out of money, pouring to much pink, got my hands bleedin'
If you gon' suck it and suck it stop teasin'
I got a hole in my cup and it's leakin'
Im turning all of my dreams to reality
Buyin' the right candles, lit up throughout my whole home, she might grind on me
I do not smoke tobacco or weed, said you got pills don't lie to me
She wish it was two of me, like Zach and Cody, so she can lay down with me
'Cause I'm always on the go, I never know when I be home
[Verse]
Tell them it's big bullshit goin' on
Everybody dress same, Balenci' and Chrome
Everybody think they famous, but they all broke
Take the whole gang out to eat, ten racks on a meal that shit on the floor, yeah
You ain't gotta feel suicidal, huh
She pray to the academy bible
Take her Ivy to refresh my vitals
Tryna see what I pulled up in, that's some fly shit, bitch I'm Peter Pan
Yeah, i'm sippin on heroin, with a bad bitch, watching her dance
She got homesick so i turn the whole crib to France
I got a hunnid in cash take you on a trip
I'ma show you how bosses move, you ain't it
Baby I don't even like to pop shit
I dont e'en flex, but if i do, you know its cribs, cars or your bitch
Nigga almost relapsed in the swimming pool thinking 'bout how high i get
She wants me to invest in her
Instagram likes got her feeling lit, yeah
She want me to sing a song to her with no autotune template
I'm on my way to go pick up some more money, why you feel like arguing I'm in that S class, sliding down the highway, damn, I got lost in it
I'm getting high with Buddha and all of these hoes ain't got enough condoms to hit
She wanna baby, and she wanna baby, and she wanna baby
f*ck it im rich, uh
f*ck up some money and uh-, yuh
f*ck up some money and dip
f*ck up some money, f*ck up some money, f*ck up that, yeah
I f*ck up the money, I f*ck up that money, I f*ck up that, yeah
Blowing through a bag
Blow on my dick dont gag
Have fun you ain't gotta be sad
What I say about talkin' bad?
Pop this perc, and I'm feeling bad, but that's just how it is
All these hoes the same, yeah
My money came with pain, yeah
My diner came with drank
How do you feel saying my name
In her guts tryna rearrange
Tryna rearrange
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch gettin' high, I'm letting her do anything she believe in
Lambtruck bend the corner, like the police, i got 'em all freezin'
Next time we're out of money, pouring to much pink, got my hands bleedin'
If you gon' suck it and suck it stop teasin'
I got a hole in my cup and it's leakin'
Im turning all of my dreams to reality
Buyin' the right candles, lit up throughout my whole home, she might grind on me
I do not smoke tobacco or weed, said you got pills don't lie to me
She wish it was two of me, like Zach and Cody, so she can lay down with me
'Cause I'm always on the go, I never know when I be home
Take the whole gang out to eat, ten racks on a meal that shit on the floor, yeah
Yeah, You ain't gotta feel suicidal, huh
She pray to the academy bible (academy bible)
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