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Sativa Lyrics by Va11c

2024

(smoke jojo)

[verse: va11c]
I said
I'm rolling up sativa
Bad bitch
I don't fucking need ya
Slashes
On her wrist she had to sleeve up
Ashes
Bitch what I had left to you
Miss them fucking nights
When we got drunk, dancing
Bitch I hate them nights
Where we started fucking ranting
And we stumbling
No way we fucked up again
It feels like it was the end
When will I see you again
When you left me
It felt like my world ended
All these notes that I had for you
And I didn't send'em
All them late night texts
I didn't mean to send'em
Sometimеs I sit here and wonder why thе fuck i'm venting
Why am I rambling
Why did you leave me
Why don't you need me
Why don't you keep me
Why don't you see me
Why the fuck do you keep distant from me
What did I do to you
Why didn't you fiend for me
Coulda succeed with me
Instead you bleed with me
You cannot keep from me
You cannot flee from me
She reached her peaks with me
Though she would ride with me
Instead she died with me
Just needed privacy
And girl you proud of me
Instead she yelled at me
She used to hate on me
Now she's a fan to me
You my worst enemy
What has got into me
What don't you see in me

[Verse: Heyvelli]
Two typa hoes in my section
One of my bitches classy
One of my bitches messy
I can never pass shit
Kicking shit like Messi
I can't stress it
Bad bitches dressing
I just, called up all my bros tryna bless'em
Let this choppa stretch'em
Prada jeans expressing
I know this bitch tryna send a message
I ain't texting
Hoes love to see me flexing
I just pray to god
Put my hands together
All of my niggas they sticked up
Pile up bands too tether
She sucking my dick and i'm bricked up
Fuck this bitch on A cappella
I can't sing shit Helen and Keller
Jmo fill a nigga with pellets
Bitch i'm sick as fuck like salmonella
Had to slow down
Doggy bitches low down
Put my hand on this hoe mouth (shhh)
Neighbors can't hear none of the sound
I got shooters from the south
[?} gon pull that blicky out
Bouncin of X can't feel my mouth
X and sex gon turn the house
She turn me on
Im tryn' mix some pills together
X gon turn me up
I had to take my condom off
Hope this bitch don't burn me up
Hella gas got me noddin' off
Bitch ion think I heard nun
I gotta lean or this shits like my worst song
(my worst song)
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About “Sativa” by Va11c

Read the complete lyrics to "Sativa" by Va11c in 2024. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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