Lo Village Canada Goose Lyrics

[Kwess: Intro]
On some fly shit
Look

[Kwess: Chorus]
When I didn't have a pot to piss
Is when I came up with the hottest shit
I did that in 2006
Boy you late
Why you talking shit
Just for that imma take ya bitch

[Kane: Verse]
One o'clock curfews
Abusing drugs we was told to not use
Smoking out this lil bitch Chevy Cruise
I rolled up, she poured up a deuce
I was younger I ain't have a clue
But that still ain't a valid excuse
Poppin' xans in a Canada Goose
Stuck in 2008, back when Caitlyn was Bruce
Skinny nigga with the chipped tooth
Shall I continue?
My part in the song you gotta skip to
I see you bobbing your head
She say she ship too
I think she hip too
I bet all she wanna do is f*ck and gossip
[Kwess: Extended Chorus]
When I didn't have a pot to piss
Is when I came up with the hottest shit
I did that in 2006
Boy you late
Why you talking shit
Just for that imma take ya bitch
Have her answer the phone
While she taking dick
Matter Imma take a flick
And show the homies that
Want the real imma show em that
Come for me ain't no going back

[Kane: Verse]
Im
In control of my destiny
f*ck you hoe, how you know whats best for me
No one can tell me shit except for me
Titties out like you outta see the rest of me
I rather get neck and leave
I ain't tryna sweat out your weave
Its hard to breathe
The car boxed
Shit we played through the carter 3
Please just drop me off and shit
Or is you gon get topless bitch
Switch positions
Remix to ignition
I would give you the world
Aw shit who am I kidding
I'm just tryna hit the kitten This isn't a freestyle
It was written
Like Nas second album
Please turn up the volume if y'all can't hear it
I feel possessed by Tupac spirit
How you pack the bong and still not clear
Mix the sprite with the rest of the syrup
I'm bouta book another flight to Europe
Uh look
[Kwess]
Too hot too hot too hot to not feel me
Too hot too hot too hot to not feel me
Too hot too hot too hot to not feel me

[Kwess: Verse]
Roll one up when we got in the telly
She remind me of Kesha from Belly
No surprise that I'm up in her Belly
My noodle in her mouth, spaghetti
I pray to god that she don't press me
Im rolling out, soon as I'm ready
I'm peeling off like I'm Andretti
Don't care if you think that I'm petty
You'd understand more if you met me
I wake up early in the morning, get it dirty
Then I hit my legal hustle 7:30
When I'm on the clock I still got it on me
Serving co workers
Asking me why I'm nervous
Since I had my son I feel got a purpose
Pray this rap shit help me close the curtains on that
Same reason reasons why I purp on the track
Put the whole f*cking DMV on my back like

Hold steady through the storm
Son its almost over
Hold steady through the storm
Girl its almost over

[Kane]
Really I could never hate on a nigga grind
Hustle, 9 to 5, its hard enough tryna stay alive
I'm only worried bout me and mind
I need a piece, i need my own f*cking sneaker line

Marijuana got me money power p*ssy
I could never really give it up
Pull up on you gray Mercedes truck
The nigga with me got a semi whasup?

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