Stoner Pimpson - Stoner Pimpson

Aye
Gotta do what you do aye
I ain’t trusting nobody cause bitches be lying ain’t telling the truth aye
Did a lot of dirt like I came from the streets, that shit in my roots aye
Do this shit for my blood I ain’t loving no bitch fell in love with the blues aye
I was scamming and trapping
Red or blue
Bitch I’m the one
But I’ll take number 2 ooo
Ooo ooo
Shorty gone come over fuck for hour I buss on her face and put her in a Uber
I just needed space
She tell me love me I didn’t say it back I ain’t tryna confuse her
I just be needing the drugs that I’m using my mama told she think I’ma abuser
Addicted to commas everybody got cake but it’s bout how you use it aye
I got some problems I take to the face ion say in my music aye
Lot of shit on my plate I wake up say my grace eat that shit up like food aye
Money gone come with problems and you gotta solve em, I’m gripping my tool aye
Roll up some OG it don’t heal my pain but it help me feel number aye
I fell in love with the bitch for her brain but her best friend go dumber aye
We was trapping all summer
Way back in 2010 Tryna grab that hummer aye
And I ain’t even have no license to drive still slide for my mama aye
Roll up some OG it don’t heal my pain but it help me feel number aye
I fell in love with the bitch for her brain but her best friend was dumber aye
We was trapping all summer
Way back in 2010 Tryna grab that hummer aye
And I ain’t even have no license to drive still slide for my mama gang

Written by:
Jordan Stewart

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