Leavenworth St. Lyrics

She like what you mean

You can't see that you can't breath

I say I'm trapped in this dream

Don't get to close I feel the heat

Can't help you I can't help me

It's about a quarter to three

Eyes wide shut I still can't sleep

Crashed the plane I'm on the beach

I got a book I got my weed

I know that it's temporary

Just like most shit in this life

That's why it's potent in the pipe

She feel the motion when I pipe

It's like a ocean when I dive in

Be like five ten pull up stock rims

Reek of pot stems tippy top ten

Ask your fine friend

I know that she gone merch

Just dropped like ten on curtains

Hmm

Twelve hundred thread count

She love to spread out

High off the blunt and she taking her hair down

Give me a little stare down

I'm trying to score like they yelling out bear down

I got it sewed up come pick your hoe up

She feeling bashful

Roll up my nigga roll up

I'm trying to travel

Trip packed a bag and dipped

Catch you on the flip

Cause she act silly like a kid

Gave her candy stick

But she legit

Shawty mean as shit

But she super thick

Who I'm kidding

Babe I'm on the way

Just got in the whip

And I'm flying in this bitch like G5

Five percent nah you can't see inside

I'm outside rolling this tree come down

Don't worry bout a thing when Fab around

Pack the pound

Bitch say hit her line when I pop back in town

Folk say he couldn't do it huh

My name hold eight hundred lbs

Pounds of loud

Loud enough that you can hear from across the street

Streets is watching watch your back

It's niggas you don't want to meet

Two tone bricks a phone of licks

It's like I'm back in '93

French tips on her fucking feet

She know just what that do to me

Two tone bricks a phone of licks

It's like I'm back in '93

French tips on her fucking feet

Her name on all her jewelry

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