“OPEN THAT WINDOW” By Drew Santos Ft. Brit Fox
The lyrics speak of the struggles of life and trying to make it in a broken city. The artist encourages himself to let go of his hustle and focus on his muscle while guarding himself from vermin in the street. The lyrics also touch on love, trust, and self-reflection.
OPEN THAT WINDOW lyrics
La Di Da De Da
I can hear the wind blow
Open that window
I can feel that wind blow
I can hear that stank face talking
Try be chill
But I can't tho
Bout to catch a case yo
Got me going loco
Slitting number 2s on my pad
Going vent mode
Lets Go
Thru the grape vine
You got my name all on your mind
I got this ringing in my ear
While I keep popping over here
Yeah I came thru on my lay low
Pockets full of pesos
Caine said fuck that nine to five and trust nobody
Life can be dark and muddy I’m a shine like daylight
Hit em hard with the raw hyde then put on my boots
And get back on that dirt road
I’m lasso my hustle put my mind to my muscle
Cause I’m losing my focus, but I’m a grind to this man
Tell em I’m from the hard knock baby and we don’t quit
I laid that brick and mortar
For you UNI till the day that I die
I rep that broken city and that’s that’s love
Come on that right and that’s that love
Come on that’s right you talk yo shit
Now that’s not love
I can hear the wind blow
Open that window
I can feel that wind blow
Open that window I can hear that windblow
I can hear that
La Di Da De Da
Open that window I can hear that windblow
I can hear that
La Di Da De Da
Open that window
I can feel that wind blow
I can hear that stank face talking
Try be chill
But I can't tho
Bout to catch a case yo
Got me going loco
Slitting number 2s on my pad
Going vent mode
Lets Go
Thru the grape vine
You got my name all on your mind
I got this ringing in my ear
While I keep popping over here
Theres some vermin in the street moving dirty as they creep
Better watch that back side guard it with your third eye
Cause they out here for clout like a bitch that look for attention
And they not worth a mention
Put em in they place they don’t want no smoke
Ennie mennie minny mo one by one they gotta go
Call me incredible like I'm an edible
I'm feelin' the zone I bust in the game
I march to my name I don’t need ya'll drip
Ya'll sound the same
I vibe to my tunes while you chitter chatter
I peer down the barrel of a smith and wesson
Take a breath and release the tension
Self reflect, intervention
Fuck a hater learn a lesson
All that talking ain’t impressing
Open that window I can hear that windblow
I can hear that
La Di Da De Da
Open that window
I can feel that wind blow
I can hear that stank face talking
Try be chill
But I can't tho
Bout to catch a case yo
Got me going loco
Slitting number 2s on my pad
Going vent mode
Lets Go
Thru the grape vine
You got my name all on your mind
I got this ringing in my ear
While I keep popping over here
Open that window I can hear that wind blow
Open that window I can hear that
La Di Da De Da
It go
La Di
La Di Da De Da
It go
Artist
Drew Santos Ft. Brit Fox
"STICKY ICKY" BY JONCASHMONEY FT. DAMU DAVE Out Now
The lyrics focus on ending violence and promoting peace within communities, specifically by stopping the sale of drugs and killing each other. The second half describes a first-hand experience of a group of men with guns robbing people and the singer 's own need to carry a gun for protection. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration, danger, and a desire for safety.
The lyrics focus on ending violence and promoting peace within communities, specifically by stopping the sale of drugs and killing each other. The second half describes a first-hand experience of a group of men with guns robbing people and the singer 's own need to carry a gun for protection. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration, danger, and a desire for safety.
Sticky icky I can't never leave my gun
Sticky icky I can't never leave my gun Sticky icky I can't really my gun damn
Why I never lead the Crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies
Situation nah no I ain't playing no celebration my gun be spraying
Situation nah no I ain't playing no celebration my gun be spraying
Go hit one gon hita lick. Don't try me. Knock your head off kid. Hollow tips all through my clip deep penetration, smoke your whip. n*gg*s talking about they want to shoot it out but they never, ever want to hit the range got a military n*gg* behind me that motherfucker really got aim
FN shooting seven six six for my enemy it's only bad news. You think you really want to try me lil fool?
Already sat in my county blues n*gg*s getting famous over the news
Murdering n*gg*s that's what they do
Now they song went up of thousands of views wondering why do I ride with my tool? Pussy
Why I never lead the Crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky (geeking season)
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies
10 on my hip bum riding n*gg* talk stupid, I'm sliding been with the dogs getting grimy when I'm with John I'm slidding don't know why these n*gg*s want to try me squad, build like the army arch push on mighty talk real tough like the n*gg* tried to fight me. I sent him to addie to him bitch, I ain't hiding. I ain't got to touch you to touch you. Get the bitch that fucks you to bust you bullets fuck around a flip fuel jujitsu this got to your bang like the beat, do sent shots far went far like the Heat do, bullets bite like a shark they will eat you pussy n*gga real sweet tiramisu won't hesitate to make your family miss you two or six write that shit on my grave (sticky icky) cuban links on my neck you would think I was a slave (sticky icky) better yet, I'm off the leash I'm the jango unchained (sticky icky) my sigma drip I'm going to let the bitch hang yeah, good. Fool like the moon I'm up from the hip like my wrist poppy back when I reload the clip knock you off fucking bitch both of you got a dick If you wanna call the dogs say my name Mike Vick bring it back up to stick let it fly like a plane if you want to take a trip I'm aim for the head hit that n*gga in his lips hollow tips in the chain bitch just gave him the kiss
See why
Why I never lead the crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies
Situation, no I ain't playing No celebration nah my gun be spraying. Situation, no I ain't playing No celebration nah my gun be spraying
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