You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
Im like no other rapper that you've met.
To reds i ain't know how to act
Met my match/ chest is stabbed
And i got them gold bottles, first place
I've met depression on numerous days
And he, what's his name, earl
And once i met a good girl
And put it together
Ever since you met her
In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life
She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice
I remember when we first met,
That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
My life will never be the same since i met my true love
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >