| Hah. |
| yeah
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| Rolling up a sack of trees bad bitch japanese
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| That ship packs of weed yeah that’s my type of steez
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| El Capitán slap you like Jackie Chan
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| Potent like opium traffic over Pakistan
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| Slap drums Bambaata that sounds «Supersonic»
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| Cadillac gold El Dorado pimp shit globetrotter
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| With the hoes ride beside is like huh
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| I try to stay modest but I don’t got a spouse so
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| When I’m at the house I be wilding
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| Sip Jack and coke let my dick scratch your throat
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| Kick back and glow like «Shit that was dope!»
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| A swish from the Swishers to the woods to a spliff of that good
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| You know we so hood ?? |
| show up
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| Cold crush and blow off the spot them niggas fold up
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| You know what?
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| Goodness gracious Miss Molly
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| Don’t go chasing the water falling
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| Please stick to the rivers and lakes
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| My heart brakes will make your body shiver and shake
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| Make the earth quiver and quake
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| It was your fate to hate cause you niggas is fake
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| We up late putting food on the plate
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| Trying to speak to the beat trying to prove that I’m great
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| I got beat with a carjack? |
| with a brake |
| I got a titanium plate in my face
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| I’ve made major mistakes but then I up the stakes
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| So I don’t really give a fuck what you suckas say
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| I’m just rolling up another J
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| In my mind ain’t? |
| nothing but the pay, okay?
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| I get driggety with a thick little chickity
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| And hit her with the hickory dickory plain victory
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| Cause we doing it to the F-degree
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| Through the wicked? |
| to a summer’s? |
| ??
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| Big dick is all these bitches need
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| And a little bit of intimate company for their misery
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| Smoking and drinking until we see the sun
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| First Light on the horizon
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| ?? |
| ? |
| become 'til the break of dawn
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| Waking up butt-naked on the loan
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| With a big booty asian blonde
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| Ah on, my word is my bond
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| Clickity clack is the sound of my burglar alone
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| I would consider me warned
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| You’re at the epicenter of the storm
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| And rear form is the norm
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| And the wheels keep spinning
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| Peep sounds of the future been down
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| The beginning we the now
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| ?? |
| ? |
| where we write then is lights out
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| Metal pipe spiked at
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| Hit them like foul boss chalking out your jaws
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| You’d be like hella tight |
| «Oh damn you’re ?»
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| Jump back on the nutsack like my last broad all aboard
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| My night train crushing your pipe dreams
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| Drunken off the Julio fucking with my team
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| It might seem simple but we invincible
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| Cut jugular vain and send you into the oblivion
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| What do you sing is not a riddle just too intricate
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| Ways we explain and human conditions so visual
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| My people they get us so look us we the ones they listen to |