Willow
Lyrics
Kinfolk Jon
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brand new crib-o (yeah)
Real, real, real big crib-o
Said that I won't but I Will, like Smith
I smoke trees like Willow
Some of my guys make beats
Some of my guys make widows
But all of my guys getting money
You say you get money, we lookin' like ditto
Versace, Versace, Versace, my linen
Versace, my pillows
Got one from the state
Got one from Romania
Somehow I'm stuck in the middle
I just hit her once, she know what I want
These bands make her bounce like a dribble
I'm focused on next, I'm worried 'bout checks
But she wanna talk about kiddos
Big dogs inside like scoop
You want the truth?
Might cop a Range and I might cop a coupe
Off with the roof
Feeling like Bishop 'cause I got the juice
We do not choose
Xanarchy gang and Xanarchy troops
Brand new crib-o (yeah)
Real, real, real big crib-o
Said that I won't but I Will like Smith
I smoke trees like Willow
Some of my guys make beats (yeah)
Some of my guys make widows (yeah)
But all of my guys getting money
You say you get money, we lookin' like ditto
Real, real, real, real, real big crib-o
Said that I won't but I Will, like Smith
I smoke trees like Willow
Some of my guys make beats
Some of my guys make widows (yeah)
But all of my guys getting money
You say you get money, we lookin' like ditto
We lookin' like ditto
You say you get money, we lookin' like ditto
Writer(s): Nicholas Diego Leanos, Kinfolk Jon
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sentric Music
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