Afterlife ft. Priddy Ugly Lyrics

Afterlife ft. Priddy Ugly - Zoocci Coke Dope

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We got, we got tress, hella jets Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest No need to wipe my eyes ‘cause I’ve seen this before I’ve lived twice, so I’ve been this before (I've been here before) Good guy, bad guy, plain world This time, last time, I gave ‘em hell If I’m stepping out the house, I need a fair amount Not really the type to be out and about Do my thing, I get the guap and then I’m out If you got problems my nigga then you should air ‘em out I’m really him, it’s not a rumor I drip like I’m a barracuda If she got ass then I recruit her If she fuck around, I’ll marry cuter These are things on my mind, I'm a demon in disguise I see black when I look up to the sky It’s pretty clear in my eyes, I’m a king to you guys I wonder when you wake up and realize We got, we got trees, hella jets Pop up when I wanna, you can’t fuck with the finesse Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest She wanna pop a pill, pop a pill, have sex Blessed, why you getting upset? Don’t got no time, I need Pateks Just before I stretch Money on my head, while I’m laying in my bed Why you getting upset? If you living like a slave, I hope you die a king Set your alarms, the walking dead still got some life in them If pain is beauty, how a scar gon’ kill the Lion King? Guess it’s not a movie if there ain’t nobody dying in it I’m on a poster looking flyer than the flyer is Fly higher kids, that’s the reason that the sky exists Third eye open, herb we smoke made my eyelids twitch I’d tweet at God but my keypad don’t have hieroglyphs Slaving for the chains, you should be saving for the change It’s a shame, you niggas are enabling your pain Lot of you lames Ain’t really worth your payment or your fame When you shooting for success you need some patience in your aim Wake and bake, when I’m praying for this bacon on my plate Oh you the best? You better own up to the statements that you make To hit the target, you gonna need some training in your game And tsunamis leave graves, they getting faded by my wave We got, we got tress, hella jets Pop up when I wanna, you can’t fuck with the finesse Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest She wanna pop a pill, pop a pill, have sex Blessed, why you getting upset? Don’t got no time, I need Pateks Just before I stretch Money on my head, while I’m laying in my bed Why you getting upset?