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Letra : thousand miles 2
(Ayy, yo that's Nickk)
(BenjiCold, why you icey?)
Yeah, huh, woah, yeah, woah, woah, oh
Oh, uh-huh, woah, yeah-huh, ha
3.5 in my wood, bad b*t*h from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans (Yeah)
For you, baby, I'm a fiend (Go, go, go)
Been doing what I'm supposed to do, b*t*h what you mean?
And I wouldn't f**k around behind yo back, b*t*h what you mean?(Yeah)
b*t*hes pocket watch, tryna see how much I got up in my jeans
She say I'm a dope fiend, with that sh*t right up my G
She was cross faded off the rum and the molly
I ain't f**kin' around with none of these n***as, they my seeds (Yeah)
Been stuck at the top for a couple years, ain't no in between (Yeah)
You might can't see that b*t*h but I promise it's in my jeans
That n***a a ho, that n***a joke, that n***a so green
R-I-N-O, I don't need no f**kin' team
With a D-R-A-C-O and that b*t*h got a banana
Walked up in the f**kin' show, they tryna put a n***a on camera
Filled my cup up with the dope, I'm rockin' a pineapple Fanta
Tinted windows on the Phantom, XD-45 Hammer
His lil' sh*t just jammed up, oh my God he so dumb
I don't give a f**k where you from, all my n***as all up to somethin'
And I got this lil' b*t*h so sprung
I got bout thirty sticks up in the trunk
Talkin' down then yo ass get slumped
Got a B-A-M on the side of my sh*t, okay can't fit in my denim
3.5 in my wood, bad b*t*h from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans
(BenjiCold, why you icey?)
Yeah, huh, woah, yeah, woah, woah, oh
Oh, uh-huh, woah, yeah-huh, ha
3.5 in my wood, bad b*t*h from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans (Yeah)
For you, baby, I'm a fiend (Go, go, go)
Been doing what I'm supposed to do, b*t*h what you mean?
And I wouldn't f**k around behind yo back, b*t*h what you mean?(Yeah)
b*t*hes pocket watch, tryna see how much I got up in my jeans
She say I'm a dope fiend, with that sh*t right up my G
She was cross faded off the rum and the molly
I ain't f**kin' around with none of these n***as, they my seeds (Yeah)
Been stuck at the top for a couple years, ain't no in between (Yeah)
You might can't see that b*t*h but I promise it's in my jeans
That n***a a ho, that n***a joke, that n***a so green
R-I-N-O, I don't need no f**kin' team
With a D-R-A-C-O and that b*t*h got a banana
Walked up in the f**kin' show, they tryna put a n***a on camera
Filled my cup up with the dope, I'm rockin' a pineapple Fanta
Tinted windows on the Phantom, XD-45 Hammer
His lil' sh*t just jammed up, oh my God he so dumb
I don't give a f**k where you from, all my n***as all up to somethin'
And I got this lil' b*t*h so sprung
I got bout thirty sticks up in the trunk
Talkin' down then yo ass get slumped
Got a B-A-M on the side of my sh*t, okay can't fit in my denim
3.5 in my wood, bad b*t*h from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans
