IM POSTED UP IN MANSIONS, CRYSTAL CASTLES

Produced by Pilothigh1 & 2k1shawty 

These packages came through the mail 
These bags getting harder to scale
These bad bitches giving me hell
These magazines came in a pair
I’m going to war with the man in the mirror 
I hope they don’t think that I’m scared
Ain’t bragging on shit but my hoe made em’ stare
I’m puffing this smoke in the air
I fumbled a hoe, she was rare 
Having the most damn steez in my area
You know my jacket from ‘012
All of these stripes tucked under my belt
We never looked at these niggas for help
Niggas in love with my spot, I’m aware 
You can get hit with that beam and you melt 

I got a, couple of pairz
I got a whole lot of shit I could wear 
Niggas not fair, why you playing it fair
Took a step back when these niggas was weird
I been prepared since the barbershop chair
Her pussy wet, got me gasping for air 
I’m going up hoe, you there or you square 
Hoe tryna link everyday and it’s weird
I got these S.R Studio Vans 
They from LA but my shirt from Japan 
I’m having swag talks with all my friends 
That shit a language like Spanish or French 
I left a lot of folks in the past tense 
Can’t get no guap with these niggas, they dense 
Tried help you up, you was stuck on the fence
Bitch I’ll be damned, you put me on that bench

Hold on,
‘Cedes-Benz came with the legroom, remember we came from the bedroom
Nigga, don’t act like I know you, nigga ain’t seen you since high school, damn 
2k1shawty and Pilot, this flightschool, walk in that room, it’s a fly room, damn
Post in your town, do a fly-through
Talked to your hoes and I know they don’t like you 

I got a, couple of pairz
I got a whole lot of shit I could wear 
Niggas not fair, why you playing it fair
Took a step back when these niggas was weird
I been prepared since the barbershop chair
Her pussy wet, got me gasping for air 
I’m going up hoe, you there or you square 
Hoe tryna link everyday and it’s weird
Hold on,
Hold on

These packages came through the mail 
These bags getting harder to scale
These bad bitches giving me hell
These magazines came in a pair
I’m going to war with the man in the mirror 
You better not think that I’m scared
Ain’t bragging on shit but my hoe made em’ stare
I’m puffing this smoke in the air
I fumbled a hoe, she was rare 
Having the most damn steez in my area
You know my jacket from ‘012
All of these stripes tucked under my belt
We never looked at these niggas for help
Niggas in love with my spot, I’m aware 
You can get hit with that beam and you melt

Vadova - Couple Pairz

Produced by Project

(Lyrics)

Told that girl just how I feel 
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Having these scales like the fuckin’ cartel
Walk in that bank with the stealth 
Totaled the cat, drove it straight outta hell
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on
That boy a peasant, he told on himself
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

This beat so groovy like Topside’s 
Middle fingers to the other side
If I sign, then I hope that my brother sign
If I die, then I’m hoping my brother live
You can have this shit, I’m on some other shit 
Used to be sad that I wasn’t like them other kids
They ain’t peep I was great but my mother did
Oh they want see me broke? Fuck ‘em then 
Caught a play like that bitch was a pigskin 
Still an African goat like I’m Wizkid 
Man, I think that these niggas been drinking
Cuff a thot, nigga, what was you thinking?
Swag on the shelf, and the belt it got sequins
Before I get to that grave, hope they knowing my name
Sign to the Wav, you can get you a chain, know a few good flips put you back in the game, like 

Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on, he can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
All this shit came through the mail 

I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Hold on
Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

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