HIPS DON'T LIE Lyrics

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Can't test myself in my comfy fleece (my comfy fleece)

Play some old CDs in the back door seat while we smoke some weed (smoking some what?)

Man I'm sick of interludes, sipped some juice and spin some Jay Dee

New shit to blaze, two puff, elevate

Everything is slow paced so now I'm seeing 3D

Step by step

Past days I've stuck on my own, gotta pop out the zone and catch my own breath

It's been a while since I've linked with the bros, gotta see what's up over drinks and hemp

Sunsets and more whiskey to pour, she wanna talk about Amor but she don't listen to Lex

That's stupid shit, man ignore that text

Midnight drives with the Gs are the best, put that on the set

Backseat talk comes cheap, my g, tell me what do you get?

Man I'm tired of ig flex and ig sex, just give it some rest

Straight gin, no Schweppes

Can't step on my self esteem and creps

That's stepped on steps

Miss steps now I fell on my face

Man there ain't no complains, new shit same phase

Airplane mode for a couple of days

Like G, just give it a break like

Fuck it those hips don't lie (Man they don't lie)

Good, what you mean my guy?

Smoke kept us nice and fly, we both in the mood

Tell me baby why you move so shy? (Don't move so shy ma'am)

Honestly, wasn't expecting a reply

Slipped in a few gs for the Gs, now we all in the backseat feeling that high

Come smoke some sativa,

Kept smiling like I'm Mona Lisa

Bailarina you've been dancing thru my head lately

Now I can't see myself, John Cena

I've been busy being busy with nothing to do

Young bloke living like an old geezer

Calm down and smoke amnesia, easer

Now the ride is much easier

Long rides get sweater with the gs

I'm in the backseat smoking bad seeds

With a bad bi* you know that's Marie Louise

So please don't come near my circle, popping my bubble chatting that tea

Chatting just breeze

You know that talk comes cheap

Too many shit hanging on my shoulders lately like a pair of dungarees

Palm trees in the palm of your hand and you still ask for wallets full of empty dreams

MPTs perfect shading under money trees

Do it with ease

Don't step on my creps or on my low self esteem

Don't step on my creps or on my low self esteem, man I go…