INDICA (Album Version) Lyrics

So I hit the streets, car from Sweden, white boys got my speakers beating

Riding with this Puerto Rican and her boyfriend, know we deep in lust

Double cup of tuss, choking on that loud

While them other niggas on that hush, get it how I get it

Ain't no questions how I live it, even though I travel round

You know I gots to hold my pivot, I just might get them digits

Only if she's thick, and keeps an open mind

Cause she gots to meet my trick, you see it's just

Me and my bitch, me and my bitch

See the sparks fly when I give her a kiss

Whippin' the foreign, speakers be blowing

Higher than Boeing, don't know where we're going

If love is blind, I pay it no mind

She blows my mind like every time

Got what I need, just what I need

I done fell in love, bout to plant me a seed

Yean no good, for me baby

Look at my pockets

You take all my bread, but give me good head

Got a couple women, but I want you instead

I'm in love with you baby

Tried leaving the bitch, still go back

Life without her, can't adapt

Every day to be exact, we find some way to interact

She keeps me calm, bitch the bomb

She on fire, better ring the alarm

Mama hate her, misinformed

Baby cool, she don't mean no harm

Blow my mind every time I with her

Feel like a fiend, when I ain't with her

Take my chance every time I get her

She so loud, but I hate when she whisper

Seldom sip that liquor

We drop them Xanis

Used to shake them Fantas

To sip the candy

Zippin', flippin', rippin', running

Baby so bad, keep the police coming

Play it smooth, like nothing to prove

Just hit her twice with no bruise

Whippin' the foreign, speakers be blowing

Higher than Boeing, don't know where we're going

If love is blind, I pay it no mind

She blows my mind like every time

Got what I need, just what I need

I done fell in love, bout to plant me a seed

Yean no good, for me baby

Look at my pockets

You take all my bread, but give me good head

Got a couple women, but I want you instead

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