Video Essay Feat G Haze de Kirko Bangz 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Kirko Bangz - Essay Feat G Haze Lyrics

Uh, riding down, 59, man, I'm thrown my essay
My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, naw that be my essay
Just got, just got off a flight, then pulled up to the heights
Hit my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight
Gotta' slab riding clean, got that straight from Arizona
Shit, shit, that drink, that drink, I got that shit from California!
Shit! The ride, the ride, oh if you're trying to get them keys
Catch, catch a shooter, shooter with some starch john jeans
They'll shoot cha yeah they'll shoot cha
No spanish, no spanish, no puta, my pockets Pumba
And I'm so manish I may never
never hard to try to do my thing
When the cars pull up, man
I was slow stroking me an essay!

Hook
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay
rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown
Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho
She my essay, my fucking'
I fuck her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home? '
I know, know, gonna gonna play me
Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze
I'm blowing, blowing hazy
Yeah, I'm all up in this dazy
I'll be like, 'bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me! '
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay!
I don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten
But shit! I'm the man! I'm on the fucking mic
She gonna ride dirty, Kush don't pour me out that'

Hook
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay
rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!

Me and my essay speak'
See, I told she don't she she don't talk shit
No, she just let the take play
No referees around, you better hope you're lucky left day
And aching ain't the hope, the hope you're right
Don't let you left play!
Uh, me' reader
Me sure to see you
Now only do your fuck me
but you cooked the best for heaters, uh
And empanadas and quesadillas
I'll beat your pussy like piñatas
Get your ass a visa, uh!
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
That corpus Chris who riding with my dog'
I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie
And if you're real, she gonna fuck us at the same time
My ' say, don't fuck, don't fuck, don't put me on!

Hook
I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay
I stole some rhyme with my essay
rhyme, rhyme with my essay
I'm riding clean with my essay
And everybody know I got them things for my essay
And tonight, yeah we gonna ride!
I got a whole bunch of killers with me
I throw my H town up in the sky
Cause ain't nobody fucking with my homies!