Recline Time

Lyrics
[Intro] Good morning Good morning to you all Suckas, busters, and motherfuckers You feel me, y'all relate to me Can't talk down to a G You feel me [Verse] Too cool for this shit, too cool for the game Bitch I'm a Passion Playa nigga, I am not fucking lame Bitch it's SG Rilla Mane, pass me my orange juice Man I'm just chilling in the booth, man I do what I do Bitch I'm a H-Town player, bitch I'm a H-Town G What you know about me, TV screens, all of my sheep Cause I'm too player for bitches, too player for suckers Gave nothing but pure love to the camp and my brothers Now how the Hell can you talk down to a straight G Bet I'd kill your whole outfit in an all white tee Lil shawty want to slide, now it's fine by me But I'ma teach you a few things before you ass touch me Matter of fact, throw me them keys, baby roll up that weed Sit back and relax, and go reclining your seat Cause this is Passion Playa shit, go and put on repeat Passion shit, go and put on repeat [Chorus] Crying and shit cause you ain't grinding this hard So you're throwing salt on the game Bitching and crying because my style is hard Throwing salt on my name Bitching and crying because your style is bald You need to stay in your lane You're bitching and crying because your style is bald Keep your head in the game [Outro] Keep your head in the game, stay in your lane And you will be alright, you feel me Passion Playa that, Worldwide 8 Ball on a bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- Slim Guerilla