Blind In Recall Lyrics

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She—she know

She know

She know

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

She know that she want this dick, she know that she want it

Take another couple pics, you can hop up on it

The memories is true, but the bitches is so toxic

The memories is true, but the bitches is so toxic

But the bitches is so rotten, they don't have no fucking flock

See I was in the back cooking crystal fucking meth bitch

I was in the back cooking crystal fucking meth

In the vault, with my nigga Walt

Smoking off the dro, what what dro?

What you know about it, what you know at all?

You ain't know

You a fucking know it all

I can see it by your blind in your call

I can see it by your blind in recall

Blind I recall, my mind I install

I install computer chips

Had to get this bitch on my limit-fucking-less, 5G wireless, top down, and she sit on this big brown dick for a minute or two, so quick

What's the fucking deal?

Got a couple figures, got to chill

Got to mix Supreme with the Louis

Got to mix Supreme with the bag, it stupid

It go stupid

Had to paint the walls different colors with the draw

Had to paint the walls different colors I don't draw

Had to paint the walls different colors I don't draw

In abundance, in my awe

In my arc, what I shop

How I spark, spark my fucking blunt by the cover in the Runtz

Gas pack hitting on my lungs

Bitch gas pack hitting on my lungs

Gas pack hitting on my lungs

Gas pack hitting on my

Gas pack hitting on my lungs

Smoke another—roll another one

Smoke another blunt, roll another one

Smoke another blunt, bitch I roll another one

Smoke another blunt, bitch I roll another one

How I roll it up, in the sheet

And the time that we take, all those days

All those days, all the pain and memories

In arrange, fuck your sleep, fuck your pen, fuck your tan

Put the power in the hand, put the power in the christ, put the power in the fam

Put the power in the jam, put the power in the

Put the power in the fam, in the fam