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grey sweatpants - first contact lyrics

[intro: chachi pajamas]
you know we just like..
we broke through the wind at break-neck speeds you feel me?
and then we landed in this place and..
we f-cking, we was just glowing man
we shining in the p-ssy bruh, we was shining in that p-ssy bruh
awe man, we’ve created a life on this planet

[verse 1: chachi pajamas]
it’s that n-gg- van duzer the best sess abuser
f-ck b-tches that smoke hookah and listen to old snoop dogg
i came through looking like u-god
37th chamber throwing bars like i’m brett favre
i buy a b-tch a gift card to sam’s club
tell her buy some condoms and a dock for my ipod
she gonna get f-cked to a fugee alb-m
score some weed, now i”m blunted on reality
baltimore my locality, more specifically i’m on the alameda actually
serving motherf-ckers with these dime bags .7-8 grams, hold it down for the set
got the lil ashy homies round the way rolling trainwreck
breaking n-gg-s necks just so they can get some respect
when you least expect i connect with that open hand
everybody watch your back, goody bout to get some rep
came through with the turquoise gameboy
pokemon ruby in the slot like a parked car
i done seen b-tches catch lock-jaw from licking on my b-lls through 7 frank ocean songs
she need company while her momma gone
i’m like a baby sitter but i put my d-ck up in her
young master splinter saying blessings at your family dinner
in my grey sweatpants and my white socks

[verse 2: flash giordani]
golden icy slay, watch my watch weigh my arm down
so i can’t wave, so i can’t say hey, but i can still reach you with a handshake or a hug
because these b-tches love to press their t-tties up
i’m the illest bruh but not a thug, i just count money and f-ck
count money speed up
i be pushing it to the red line engine one
got the [?] plotting on the rsx for the summertime
because them dimes be out like trapaholics, parties made them alcoholics
mom be screaming “pot head” because she honestly don’t know what else to call me
my sweats sagging, my nuts sw-nging, i’m tea-bagging
a b-tch that look like skin diamond but she used to be ugly
caught up that magic
yellow bone i call her maggie, roll my weed right out the baggy
no more jacking off because she be slobbing top, she came in handy
pretty b-tch caught me swagging like the pastor
playing hide-n-seak behind the dash of a jaguar
that 99′ xj6, i give them problems
man f-ck a college i’m smarter than all of ya’ll regardless

[interlude: chachi pajamas]
ok witnesses say they’re still in shock after what they say was nothing short of a miracle as 2 male teenagers fell from the sky today surrounded by a turquoise haze
details coming up

[bridge: chachi pajamas]
grey sweatpants ain’t nothing to f-ck with
x4

[outro: chachi pajamas]
you lil b-tch -ss n-gg-
why the f-ck you sitting on the couch listening to music
you could be out going to school, you could be getting a job or something
get the f-ck up n-gg-! and put some grey sweatpants on

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