| My room is full of that smoke
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| I’m fucken high, delusional.
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| Let the motherfuckin' gun bust
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| Southside and the color of my rag I trust
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| Rush, enemies for the fuck of it
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| I smoke weed for the fuck of it
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| From not getting, then I might be focused on my hustlin'.
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| Two bad bitches that I just met, two bad bitches got a husband
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| Sucios life, trust me, I give em love, nothing
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| I’m from the rugged ass streets
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| Where the motherfuckers die when they go against me
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| '45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery.
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| (sucios.that mob life)
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| (sucios.that mob life)
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| (Rollin' blunts. loading guns)
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| (my enemies it’s onsight)
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| That bang bang bang…
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| Bang bang bang…
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| Bang bang bang
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| Load em up
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| Load em up…
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| This ones for the Capo
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| Escobar on that Pablo
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| Music for them D-boys
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| Musica for them Narcos
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| Dolla bills, dolla bills
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| The king so sick, I needa pop a pill
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| Success feels good, I tell you how I feel
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| Baby Gunz countin' money in a powerwheel
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| Two deep in a Bonneville
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| Youtube views, can you count a mill?
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| & another mill, I need a hundred more
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| My bitch counting money we could flood the floor
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| I needed a blunt so I went, hit the store
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| Called em to the P, said I needed some more
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| 818 to the 714
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| Sucio with that mob life
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| (sucios.that mob life)
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| (sucios.that mob life)
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| (Rollin' blunts. loading guns)
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| (my enemies it’s onsight)
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| That bang bang bang…
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| Bang bang bang…
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| Bang bang bang
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| Load em up
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| Load em up… |