Tommy Tha Great - Live in Charlotte

It's the light side

But one mile
And fog patches
And showers
Early Friday

But improving
To greater
Than six miles
On a Friday morning

I love you Tommy
And imma be waiting for you okay

I just came from New York
With a motherfucking bag
You already know
We rolling up
We smoking gas
Racks up
I got my racks up
Man thats a fact
Gas bruh
It got me mad stuck
Like it's a trap

Rolling with my team
I feel like riding
Vibing
Please don't with fuck us
Cuz my niggas
They get violent
Living lavish
No strings attached
Fuck a violin
Young ass nigga
Coming through
Bitch I'm live in Charlotte

Riding with my team
We be
Vibing and smoking
This feel like a dream
Man you
Already know it
This shit so extreme
I'ma rich ass poet
I just hit the weed
Man this shit
Got me floatin
Rock shit
Rocket
Take off to a whole another world
Astronaut shit
We gone tour the whole fucking world
Like some pirates
Diamonds
Diamonds
Ruby's bloody red
The way it shine
Vibrant

I just came from New York
With a motherfucking bag
You already know
We rolling up
We smoking gas
Racks up
I got my racks up
Man thats a fact
Gas bruh
It got me mad stuck
Like it's a trap

Rolling with my team
I feel like riding
Vibing
Please don't fuck with us
Cuz my niggas
They get violent
Living lavish
No strings attached
Fuck a violin
Young ass nigga
Coming through
Bitch I'm live in Charlotte

Ride around
Smoking on a pound
I got me a baddie
She gone hold me down
No playing around
She want it right now
She calling me daddy
She wanna third round

Ride around
Smoking on a pound
I got me a baddie
She gone hold me down
No playing around
She want it right now
She calling me daddy
She wanna third round

I gotta bag
All these niggas mad
Made mama glad
Off all these racks
Now we on the road
Catch another bag
Made a milli off
Motherfuckin rap
Made my own path
Rock stars in this bitch
Yeah we poppin
Man I'm drunk asf
I might be an alcoholic
No I never had shit
When I went to college
Now a nigga making moves
For soundin robotic

I just came from New York
With a motherfucking bag
You already know
We rolling up
We smoking gas
Racks up
I got my racks up
Man thats a fact
Gas bruh
It got me mad stuck
Like it's a trap

Rolling with my team
I feel like riding
Vibing
Please don't fuck with us
Cuz my niggas
They get violent
Living lavish
No strings attached
Fuck a violin
Young ass nigga
Coming through
Bitch I'm live in Charlotte

Written by:
Tommy Richardson Jr

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