Letra de CranbrookEstates

Used to bump project bitch In the curves and the cul de sac, rolling up sticks, bitch Bag full of cans, that's change in my hands Coat smelling like mold, got snow on my vans, yeah No bling, no peace, no rings No mink on my shoulder, no brands on my feet Now my phone won't stay quiet Trying to sell me all my dreams, but I still won't buy it I wish I was like you, fuck But I can't 'cause I think too, much Used to bump project bitch In the curves and the cul de sac, rolling up sticks