Kent Washington III - MURAKAMI

Got my Water, check
Got my Papers, check
Got my Blunt Wraps, check
Got my Lighter, check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Hopeless romantic, smoke a bouquet
You're way out of your league, this ain't 2k
Smoking flower, Murakami, for the mood swings
You can catch me high from Tuesday to Tuesday
You know it
Roll one, light it, I'm straight
Smoking Gary Peyton, London Pound Cake
Colorado Creme Soda to the face
My Murakami, once I smoke I'm feeling great
Smoking flower like Tekashi Murakami,
With everybody
Undercover, Jun Takahashi
Roll origami
Ain't no way these niggas gon' stop me
No bitch can stop me
Ride or die, my baby Kawasaki
Or a Bugatti
Break it down now, let me roll it
Michael Jack, Janet Jack she got it in control
Bring it back, Murakami smoke til' I float
And I can never ever ever ever let her go
Let it go
I've grinding hard to build my domain
K-Dub hot, streaming ramen, lo mein
Why these niggas hate? I don't know mane
It's been a long time coming y'all don't know mane
Puff puff pass on they ass, hit the gas, yeah
Facts on the stats, you ain't first then you last place
Had a brother froze when you rose, let that ass shake
Fuck these niggas, tell these niggas get to the bag, okay
Okay okay okay okay
Okay okay okay okay
The look upon they face
I heard you smoking dank
Bitch, this ain't wedding cake
This shit ain't no debate, okay?
Water, check
Got my Papers, check
Got my Blunt Wraps, check
Got my Lighter, check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Got my Bouquet… check
Hopeless romantic, smoke a bouquet
You're way out of your league, this ain't 2k
Smoking flower, Murakami, for the mood swings
You can catch me high from Tuesday to Tuesday
You know it
Roll one, light it, I'm straight
Smoking Gary Peyton, London Pound Cake
Colorado Creme Soda to the face
My Murakami, once I smoke I'm feeling great
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make your investments, fuck up the visa
(Yeah, yeah)
Working for leverage, I'm leveled my heat up
(Yeah, yeah)
These niggas gon' act like they know me, but I can not see em
I feel like John Cena, I'm feeling like Stevie… lil' bitch, you can't see it
Been balling like Adidas
Earned stripes, Undefeated
Off-White's with the Yeezys
I know you need it
Tell em' one more time, man I need it
No bullshit, you can keep it
We buying black and brown, we don't shop at Neiman's
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Written by:
Kent Washington

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