Bad Bitches Good Weed by Young Lace Lyrics
[Verse]
Models in my bed, dreams in my head
Visualize what I'm doing so I seen what I said
I'm a fiend for the bread, white, wheat, rye
Hustle 24/7, I can sleep when I die
Flying outta town, getting high by the pound
Bad girl give a nigga head when I'm down, nigga
Adam, no Eve, living how I please
Leave a fake nigga hanging like an apple on a tree
I'm in Oklahoma City, kicking it with James
My eyes low, sipping champagne at the game
I love a long flight, I love a long night
And I love a bad girl tryna make a wrong right
Look into my eye, tell me what you see
You see a nigga getting paid, getting money, doin' me
My eyes stay low, smoke a lot of weed
And I rock a lot of gold but I ain't talking Mr. T
Nigga what? What you want? Where you going? Where you been?
How you looking out of jail when you dippin' in a Benz
Man I'm on, I'm on, I ain't tryna fall off
And I got the kind of game make a model call off
Man I've been travelling the world, puffing weed up on that jet
And I just came home from the pen, buying weed from the fucking night rep
And there's still stress at home, a whole lot of shit that I gotta control
Now I'm living that young nigga life, this whole night so right I don't wanna grow old
My ice, my swag, got my bitch in a brand new bag
Met this girl in a club last night, hit that twice and I put her in a cab
And that's wrong but I'm so on, I ain't got no time to check my phone
No time to write no tapes, nigga I'm so on nigga I got next
OMG, nigga I'm gon' see PHD bread nigga no MD
Scream for God when I go in deep and I don't buy nothin' but O.G
????? I'm on probation, I'm on parole nigga roll that weed
Got stamps and my passport nigga my location is overseas
Models in my bed, dreams in my head
Visualize what I'm doing so I seen what I said
I'm a fiend for the bread, white, wheat, rye
Hustle 24/7, I can sleep when I die
Flying outta town, getting high by the pound
Bad girl give a nigga head when I'm down, nigga
Adam, no Eve, living how I please
Leave a fake nigga hanging like an apple on a tree
I'm in Oklahoma City, kicking it with James
My eyes low, sipping champagne at the game
I love a long flight, I love a long night
And I love a bad girl tryna make a wrong right
Look into my eye, tell me what you see
You see a nigga getting paid, getting money, doin' me
My eyes stay low, smoke a lot of weed
And I rock a lot of gold but I ain't talking Mr. T
Nigga what? What you want? Where you going? Where you been?
How you looking out of jail when you dippin' in a Benz
Man I'm on, I'm on, I ain't tryna fall off
And I got the kind of game make a model call off
Man I've been travelling the world, puffing weed up on that jet
And I just came home from the pen, buying weed from the fucking night rep
And there's still stress at home, a whole lot of shit that I gotta control
Now I'm living that young nigga life, this whole night so right I don't wanna grow old
My ice, my swag, got my bitch in a brand new bag
Met this girl in a club last night, hit that twice and I put her in a cab
And that's wrong but I'm so on, I ain't got no time to check my phone
No time to write no tapes, nigga I'm so on nigga I got next
OMG, nigga I'm gon' see PHD bread nigga no MD
Scream for God when I go in deep and I don't buy nothin' but O.G
????? I'm on probation, I'm on parole nigga roll that weed
Got stamps and my passport nigga my location is overseas