Willie The Kid
Willie The Kid - Cabernet lyrics
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Uh Somewhere sippin a cablin Catch a cab to the cabin, campin at the canion Compatible companions, Pretty women, medicinal use for lemons, clementines Cleansing, dinner time Patagonia coats watchin Michin and Clemson My clique poppin clicko Decode the G code, you niggas clumsy Money clums like oatmeal I'll like a mill, one that fly rackin blow jeans Persevere all other shit, custom made pieces you will never get Get your real life like your Twitter life Life get dark, just preserve every bit of light and be hankful Uh, low hanging fruit hanging far from a tree Let the winds carry the seeds and see what it be Meanwhile Willie The Kid is a Belini's Fuckin bad bitches, countin money on a Sunday Believe me, mediocracy is not enough That's why aquamarine been coming soon for 6 months Baskin the moment for a moment Wild like 2 MILFs, mouth for moans, muff divin on it Know these niggas never show gratitude The car got attitude, the crib got character Tear us out to2, til we come through but never to Narratin greatness to nevermindin niggas Gold figure, the real thing not a figurine Fingering potatoes, tangerine, gat street Strict on my lady friends Bend over backwards, they prove worthy Then I blossom like the clergy Willie get the paper, call it clerical Call me anything but don't compare me Niggas be hysterical, I take pride in being me Paying for my parabolas, very good merry go's Planted every pair of jeans folded On a merry go round in a walking closet Never lost it, I might have lost interest A slight difference