ฟังเพลงHouston Old Head (Explicit)

Smokin rollin reefer up I adjust the tweakers up

Break it break it down break it down so I can beat it up

Where the welcome back where the welcome at my sneaker tough

This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up

Rocky where you been I been tryna make my ends meet

So I can cope that bathin ape or jeremy scott or 10 deep

Bottles full of rose ridin in the benz jeep

Blowin money fast now im finna think im big meech

I met with my old head we sat for a while

We rolled a couple swishers we chat for a while

I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time

He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind

Fiine there are bad days you feel like givin up

Like how you gon eat when this gig is up

When the chips is down and the jig is up

But I don't give a f**k roll another swisher up

Cause I just came here down south so I could get these pounds out

And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house

And my beats bangin kickin harder than a roundhouse

I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out

Life is just a b**ch a b**ch is like a ho

Hoes want the money money come and goes

Friends turn to foes foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Now my old head old age bald head rogaine

Code red codeine nose red coc*ine

Pimpin b**ches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein

Gold chains afros platforms soul train

And he told me bout that rappin trappin in the old days

When pop homeboy shock before that rat tat tat tat tat nose rings

And I'm so high I could f**k around and grow wings

And we sippin on somethin purpler than soul plane

We sip slow slow swing tip fos and chrome wings

Told me I should head home and do my own thang

Then I heard my phone rang hold up thats my old dame

Pick it up I hit you back miss me and I miss you back

She said harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back

You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap

Just don't come back flossin cause that type of sh*t'll get you clapped

Life is just a b**ch a b**ch is like a ho

Hoes want the money money come and goes

Friends turn to foes foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight