CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Quicksand

Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Huh, yeah
Door get to sinkin' like quicksand
Tryna fit like 300 b*t*hes in
Man, I get my weed from my white friends
And I get my choppa from my black friends
Pistol make a b*t*h n***a breakdance
We can't communicate, don't shake hands
I'ma do a drive-by in a black sedan (Just like every time)
Bah, bah, bop

Travelin' without movin', stayin' groovy
Rolled a few before the homie came to scoop me
Youngster, you not alone, the struggle is all of ours, truly
They seem not to recognize 'til we behave unruly
Let loose, they hostility, oh now you feelin' me?
A hundred Impalas in a line, that's a low-rider centipede
Supersede any preconceived expectations of me
Super stoned, but you know I get straight to the cheese
Smokin' the most potent, my mind sharply focused and well-spoken
Shawty bought me everything I wanted
Plus woke up and made a gold-star breakfast this morning
She tryna earn the position while my concern is continuous, millions
You get it?