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Fecha de emisión: 26.10.2023
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Make Up Yo Mind |
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower |
You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour |
Better get on your grind and go get you some power |
Got bales in the kitchen no cap |
the counter |
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour |
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance |
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses |
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly |
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies |
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky |
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy |
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky |
They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money |
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest |
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage |
We took your bands nigga you better charge it |
Dumping these bags at luxury apartments |
We 15 deep in this crib but it’s 300 |
One |
walk inside niggas clutchin' they cutters |
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button |
Got plants all around we gon' care 'em and cut 'em |
He havin 'bud, but it smellin' like nothin' |
Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumpin' |
Real estate I’m havin' houses to sprout in |
from Tulsa I drove through I-10 |
He want them prices, tryin' to get logged in |
Filter a fan, so we keepin' the smell in |
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Bill |
Made it of reefer ain’t have a deal |
Use to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin' no neil |
My lil' vibe crazy with sex appeal |
Trap on canola I’m turnin' them over |
This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting |
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin' |
So If I reach for it, it’s gon be a killin' |
Tryna show love but you can’t cause they might think you weak |
So my prices is higher than heaven |
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin' I pulled up and gave |
him a blessing |
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower |
You wastin' my time cause you been here an hour |
Better get on your grind and go get you some power |
Got bales in the kitchen no cap |
the counter |
And that motorbreath tart when your burnin' it sour |
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance |
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin' no houses |
Drop that bag to my twins and they payin' me monthly |
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies |
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky |
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy |
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky |
They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money |
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest |
Ain’t cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage |