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06 saab - grappa lyrics

[chorus]
i saw your b+tch at the raymour and flanigan
she was too tired to make it back home
so we hopped in and got to shenanigans
og skywalker, i’m smoking a cart
not the strain of the cannabis
head like kyrie i can’t handle it
d+mn, this sh+t a breeze, now i think i got my feet in the sand again
i’m feeling—

[verse 1]
copy the wave, came for the sack like i’m bobby boucher
i’m on a lottery chase, i hop in the saab with your thot and we race
i got a lot on my plate, i play like jose ’cause i’m sliding in safe
i got me a ten and she brought in the ace
got junk in the trunk, gotta hide in my waist
all around the map, 360
add some ciroq to thе juice that’s a mixie
built like a stick, no pixiе
don’t want a trick i just want me a trixie
bad b+tch like addison, dixie
straight to the hole like immanuel quickley
pass to the squad ’cause they all comin’ with me
off of the grappa i’m tipsy

[refrain]
i’m feeling great
mind on my cheese and my cheese on my plate
i got a date
b+tch don’t talk to me, it’s too late
i gotta wait
i don’t got nothing to say
i’m tryna double my safe
’cause i got me some government cake
[verse 2]
k!llin’ the flow
shoot for the bucks like i’m ilyasov+
y’all talkin’ down on the low
i play like i’m baker, i’m out on a roll
i get the bread and you toast
got ice ’round my neck like my head in the snow
i ball with my brothers like melo and zo
sh+t, i was ’bout ready to go

[chorus]
’till i saw your b+tch at the raymour and flanigan
she was too tired to make it back home
so we hopped in and got to shenanigans
og skywalker, i’m smoking a cart
not the strain of the cannabis
head like kyrie i can’t handle it
d+mn, this sh+t a breeze, now i think i got my feet in the sand again
i’m feeling great

[refrain]
mind on my cheese and my cheese on my plate
i got a date
b+tch don’t talk to me, it’s too late
i gotta wait
i don’t got nothing to say
i’m tryna double my safe
’cause i got me some government cake
[outro]
pull up in this b+tch lookin’ back, lookin’ healthy
if he with the clique, give him dap, give him lb
shorty wanna get up in the bag, no lv
get her out the crib asap, no twelvvy
get mad i flip like sell weed
give f+ck ’bout sh+t they tell me
told ’em they could suck on my d+ck
lana on the f+ckin’ night shift

- 06 saab lyrics

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