Pablo Picasso Lyrics

What i'm bout' to be

Pretty little thang wanna bounce for me

Shawty want it bad and she down for me

From the money to the drugs

What i'm bout' to see

Baby can you tell me would you die for me

Hate that it's really do or die for me

Pull up would you really suicide for me

Hold hands chillin' on the balcony

I'm going ghost

Hands up with the bottle do the Most

Think back to my February goals

Got tricks from the knowledge in my soul

Smell bud you can smell it on my

Tombstone Killa

Five drug dealers

Fiend for the dope and i need it to be better

One move slicker

One move quicker

Body in the trunk and i know that

You're selling like your Pablo

Shawty buss it down wanna talk slow

In the late night black ride with Picasso

Imma stay high i'll be chillin' where the thugs go

Nose full of coke I'll be thinking what the fuck though

Do you really love me or what i'm bout' to be

Pretty little thang wanna bounce For me

Shawty want it bad and she down For me

From the money to the drugs What i'm bout to see

Times up baby i don't wanna die young

Blow her back out fuck her with her tights on

And she came twice fuck her where the time gone

Buss it down baby we can keep the lights on

You shoulda

Known better

The Place i go until the morning comes

Path i take until the morning sun

No i can't die i'm immortal son

What i'm bout' to be

Pretty little thang

Wanna bounce for me

Shawty want it bad and she down for me

From the money to the

Ay

And imma pour a 40 if i make it to see 40

Imma meet a shawty and she really wanna know me

And she call my phone and she really wanna blow me

Always on my own or i'm chillin' with my homies

I'm going ghost

Hands up with the bottle do the most

Think back to my February goals

Got tricks from the knowledge in my soul

Smell bud you can smell it on my

Tombstone Killa

Five drug dealers

Fiend for the dope and i need it to be better

One move slicker

One move quicker

Body in the trunk and i know that

You're selling like your Pablo

Shawty buss it down wanna talk slow

In the late night black ride with Picasso

Imma stay high i'll be chillin' where the thugs go

Nose full of coke I'll be thinking what the fuck though