curtis williams – dancing on a trip lyrics
[produced by free p]
[verse 1]
look, i said pull the weed out, i’m finna roll up
confirmation from moneygram, it’s finna show up
ask about ‘em in the city, bet they know us
don’t test none of my young n-ggas, they giving no f-cks
really with the sh-ts, boy i did it all
loud blunts at my sessions, boy this ain’t mid at all
you following trends, i’m on some new sh-t
you on that selfish boy, i’m tryna feed the crew sh-t
made it look easy but i ain’t stopped yet
ain’t no palace in [?] street i ain’t copped yet
and i don’t need a box, i spend it ‘cause i got it
nothing in life’s free so i want all the profit
ballin’ ‘cause they wouldn’t give us nothing
make remarks, straight shots, i’m getting blunted
been a vet in this sh-t, i ain’t no freshman
money 101, my n-gga come get your lesson
yeah
[hook]
and this one for my n-ggas in the city that show me love every time i make it home
and this one for my n-ggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
one time for my b-tches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
and all my n-ggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
[verse 2]
look, i’m from a city in the south, blunt all in my mouth
twist my fingers up so they know what i’m about
yeah, gang sh-t, two-9 to be specific
you dropped new sh-t? we ain’t know ‘cause we ain’t listen
couple hundred for the tee i’m in
bad b-tches, a lot of drugs, the life of sin
but when i die i still want to go to heaven
roll another blunt, hit it once and stop the stressin’
account on fleek, i’ma ball all week
no i’ma ball all month, f-ck it, we all gon’ eat
yeah, uh, look
said we all gon’ eat, b-tch
[hook]
and this one for my n-ggas in the city that show me love every time i make it home
and this one for my n-ggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
one time for my b-tches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
and all my n-ggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
and this one for my n-ggas in the city that show me love every time i make it home
and this one for my n-ggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
one time for my b-tches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
and all my n-ggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
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