Mystical Paradise by Lil Banjo Lyrics
Posted in the valley
And we sippin the lean
Mothafuckas always talking so we keeping it clean
I be keeping my composure
What the fuck do u mean
Bitch im chillin with Lil Banjo
And we living the dream
Yea we booted we rocking supreme
Bitch you a loser
Kick you outta the dream
Mothafuckas always fake
Kick em outta the scene
Uh
Kick em outta the dream
Let it freeze bitch
Commin outta the mist
I just hadda write this shit
So I can fuckin exist
I be spazzin gettin money
Get to the chip
I be making all this shit and no I don't give a shit
Rising sun up in this bitch
It’s like a fuckin eclipse
Smokin og cookie baby
Holy water the clip
He ain’t make it outside
So he walk it a limp
Drivin in mazi
Baby , She jus fuck with a pimp
Aye
So he gotta keep it goin
Marchin band on the wrist
When we smoke him
Outside
He ain’t chose to exist
We ain’t makin a sound
Smokin OG cookie
Baby we cleaning him down
Holy water
In the clip
And we makin him drown
I be elevated
Baby
When we smokin a pound
Then I cop me a zip
And then we blowing it down
I get set up in bitch
And now they look at me now
I be in the back with the hoes
And the bitches gettin fucked up
(getting fucked up)
Triple seven bitch you gotta
Get your luck up
Get you fucked up
Pull up with the nun chucks
Mother fuckas talking bout me and they needa shut up
Time slow down
But the bass keep running
Bills in my pocket got a lot of fuckin hunnits
I don't give a fuck
Imma do it like its nothing
Cooking up to bangers
And I swear im up to something
Like we all
With that
Mothafuckin beat down
Closed fist
Eyes shut
What u fuckin wit
U droppin dead
With the beat now
With the rose gold
40 per set
I done sent
All of my money
To my dawgs
And a couple baguettes
God sent
From the heavens
Cuz we never forgets
Im alone in the Dark
Feelin pain
In the chest
Cold sweats
On my face
So I got up and left
I can feel it everytime
There’s no love in the air
Only smoke
From this blunt
If we takin it there
Only smoke from this blunt if we takin it there
Free bandz and them
And we sippin the lean
Mothafuckas always talking so we keeping it clean
I be keeping my composure
What the fuck do u mean
Bitch im chillin with Lil Banjo
And we living the dream
Yea we booted we rocking supreme
Bitch you a loser
Kick you outta the dream
Mothafuckas always fake
Kick em outta the scene
Uh
Kick em outta the dream
Let it freeze bitch
Commin outta the mist
I just hadda write this shit
So I can fuckin exist
I be spazzin gettin money
Get to the chip
I be making all this shit and no I don't give a shit
Rising sun up in this bitch
It’s like a fuckin eclipse
Smokin og cookie baby
Holy water the clip
He ain’t make it outside
So he walk it a limp
Drivin in mazi
Baby , She jus fuck with a pimp
Aye
So he gotta keep it goin
Marchin band on the wrist
When we smoke him
Outside
He ain’t chose to exist
We ain’t makin a sound
Smokin OG cookie
Baby we cleaning him down
Holy water
In the clip
And we makin him drown
I be elevated
Baby
When we smokin a pound
Then I cop me a zip
And then we blowing it down
I get set up in bitch
And now they look at me now
I be in the back with the hoes
And the bitches gettin fucked up
(getting fucked up)
Triple seven bitch you gotta
Get your luck up
Get you fucked up
Pull up with the nun chucks
Mother fuckas talking bout me and they needa shut up
Time slow down
But the bass keep running
Bills in my pocket got a lot of fuckin hunnits
I don't give a fuck
Imma do it like its nothing
Cooking up to bangers
And I swear im up to something
Like we all
With that
Mothafuckin beat down
Closed fist
Eyes shut
What u fuckin wit
U droppin dead
With the beat now
With the rose gold
40 per set
I done sent
All of my money
To my dawgs
And a couple baguettes
God sent
From the heavens
Cuz we never forgets
Im alone in the Dark
Feelin pain
In the chest
Cold sweats
On my face
So I got up and left
I can feel it everytime
There’s no love in the air
Only smoke
From this blunt
If we takin it there
Only smoke from this blunt if we takin it there
Free bandz and them