EZ - Long Island Ice

Ez, yup
Let's have fun

Rolled enough
Just to stay in
I'm sweet, juice naked
You do the most time wastin
Not my money not my flow tho
What I do
Straight steeze
Puffy Combs '93
In my jeans
Yes please
Take it all off
Camera on flash
Recording all along
Thought it was a picture
That Long Island gone
I dropped in
Them photos had me wow in
Called her in the afternoon
Stop it, took her shopping
Roll up all this bliss
Cash and henny
Whipping dodging
Bumping
Schoolboy Q, and some E-40
That shit knocking
Rolling with baddest
Mami got it all
Picture God's canvas
I call it Vahjiah
Yea, Ez
I call it Vahjiah

Yea, yea
Californicated
Palm trees in my blunts
Met thru some acquaintances
And that's wassup
Since birth pops said you a G
25 years young hung and look at me
Taking pictures likes nothing
Naked every time in her photos
She sent me something
That Long Island gone
Why you take so long
Told her it's a Marathon
Upper echelon, yea
I might be her papa
Motor boat her tatas
I'm laying in a maca
Relax my mind cumbaya
Baby this is nada
All she wants to do is fuck and
Go n get some commas
Turn up when we can
She slays so bad
You hoes ain't got nothing
I'm faithful you look so mad
Baby get some money
Sushi bars eating ahí
Party got too rowdy
She said roll that Lodi dadi
Bumping my jams
You always had the yams
Topped all my ex's
They wouldn't understand
When I say you're perfect
That's the ass in my hands
Like a little kid
Feeling back in freshman class, yea
Rolling with baddest
Mami got it all
Picture God's canvas
I call it Vahjiah
Yea

I call it Vahjiah
Now I'm gone
Yea

Written by:
Erick Hidalgo

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