Criss Lyric - Jasmine lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Criss Lyric] I be gone with the wind/ Blowing through my brain; Cobain. Veins full of that opium/ I'm focused and your girl, your chick, your b**h, your ho a fan/ Wanna blow my clan, I'm like daaamn!/ Who else you know be floating on them clouds?/ Oklahoma style, bring that thunder down on your town now../ Forecast say it's gon be raining b**hes/ With a chance of more cash for me and my n***as/ So hand me that liquor, so I can proceed to damage my liver/ Whether it's papers, or swishers, or bowls, the vapors will get ya/ My wave is official, you came with an issue/ I came for some b**hes and hoes, who still got they tonsils/ I'm a monster, mobbing with my All Mighty counsel men/ Still packing whips, ladies lap until we Porsche it/ Forget your lips, I listen to your eyes when you talking/ She know this pipe game could make her water run/ But I ain't gon force it/ Walk it better than I talk, bite it better than I bark/ This that dog sh** that you stepping into/ That hard sh**, that raw sh**, that artist momentum/ B.A.cardi I'm sipping, M.A.rley I'm twisting/ Zag zigging ambition, and hard dick to all of my past b**hes/ Check my catalog, my averages/ Obviously, quality and quantity is all that I have n***a/ Still mad n***as is in my spot, driving my cars, counting my guap/ f**ing my star crush, cruising on my yacht,for me to sit back and watch/ And not do sh** about it gon make me a s**er/ And I can't go out like them, so the ink flows out my pen/ Taking time, we don't rush hours; J.C and Tucker/ Crazy mother fasho, I got the goods and I got to go/ Running late to a show, I probably should cop an eighth to blow/ Back to the face, I probably could, but probably won't/ Show up till I'm kushed out, pull up on a cloud of smoke/ Fashionably late, fresher than those who showed/ Up on time, tryna get in before 9, cuz they heard its 5 at the door/ n***a your type is so broke, n***a you wifing hoes/ At least two of my n***as piped it before/ But it's cool if you like her though…oh Hook: I'm saying do your thing my n***a but if it ain't All Mighty it don't even look right, or even sound right [Outro]