520
Lyrics: CRIMSXN HILL
Vocal Production: CRIMSXN HILL
Beat Production: JXYLN

Lyrics:
"Never understand how a pussy bitch flake
Never understand how you fuckers acting fake
I'm just here for the pie and the cake
I'm the boss
Call me Buddy, you ain't getting a handshake
WAIT
520 and it very hot outside
Got my glasses on and my bitch right by my side
Bet you if we weren't in the sun still be fried
Riding
Riding
In the Skyline
Feeling like I'm in a fishtank, Sam Hyde

Red eyes like a prison shank, I ain't crying
Reefer like the piss stank, cops know we're lying
Riding in the blue tank, then we're fucking flying
Feelin like I'm Tom Hanks, going to an island
Styling, None of these pussies can fuck with me
Chilling on an island, drinking chai, while she go down on
MEaner than most they say, baby I just like to make it clear like a ghost
I just want some limes and Dos Equis
I just want some head and a little foreplay
I just want some beer and a little more day

AY
520

Never loved the cold, man we're going south for the summers
520 hold, always reppin' rattlesnake holes
On the southwest border call me Wyatt Earp
'Cause I'm moving, I'm a plotter

Never loved the cold, man we're going south for the summers
520 hold, always reppin' rattlesnake holes
On the southwest border call me Wyatt Earp
'Cause I'm moving, I'm a plotter

520"

520 [Prod. JXYLN]

CRIMSXN HILL

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