| Everybody knowing it’s official
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| My clic tatted up, hoes be acting up — bitch, get a hold of my pistol
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| I dedicate it to the rivals
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| Ain’t no really telling what I might do
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| This the kind of shit I like to vibe to
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| Smoke weed if you’d like to
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| I’m West Coasting 'til I’m overdosing
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| Smoking the potent I hold in my lungs
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| Bitches getting my undivided attention
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| Did I mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk
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| Blue bandana even though I’m cold blooded
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| Self-Provoked, that’s my L.A. cuz
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| And my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta
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| Notorious, man I’m ready to die
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| Tiffany, she don’t fuck with me, tell Alexis said she was in love with me
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| AK4−7 company, we came from nothing to luxury
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| Like blah!
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| I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)
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| I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)
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| You got a gun, but ain’t using it
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| Why the fuck you act like you shooting shit?
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| You ain’t got no plugs, you ain’t moving bricks
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| I made my point, you ain’t moving shit
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| Fuck you know about a prison term? |
| I lived and learned it
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| Fuck what you heard about prison murders
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| Fuck what you heard about my clic, we murderers
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| AK47, boy pack a burner
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| Where the fuck you from? |
| I probably know all your big homies
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| I give you a number to contact, you call it… And see if they know me
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| I’m smoking that killa, I’m selling that killa
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| I’m getting that shit by the O-Z
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| You fake and you fuck with the police
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| Fool, why you be fronting? |
| Boy, you ain’t no killa
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| I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (For the low)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (On the low)
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| I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I get it)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)
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| A bone in the motherfucking west Side
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| Where they gangbang and they got the pretty model chicks with the boobs and
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| they thick thighs
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| All right, let’s write
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| Late night, no alarm we the late time
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| Catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, bitch you know that I take mine
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| Yo
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| We are the Elohem if you cashed out right then I can trust in you
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| But if you tell me lies I’ma contribute to the same old thing that could’ve
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| ended you
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| Tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and I ain’t real centered
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| I remain with the same crew
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| Venom shoot through veins, when I’m on the same page
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| I’m angel, with a devilish grin
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| Let me tell you a little something about the message I give
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| My mom, my pops, my blood, take it all in
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| Mom striked the bong on July twenty third
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| Here I am, crazy minded, about to blow superb
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| Dismiss common sense, I don’t think like you
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| Critic my minds and what the fuck you do
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| On A High Note, I will rep it 'til the sun blows and the world’s dark and still
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| Ain’t here to prove to anyone that I got skill
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| Do what I got to do, fuck how you feel
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| Side hustles just to get me by and now I’m thinking bigger
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| Company shit with hella big figures
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| Barely back game into my name
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| So I swig my liquor, run it
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| I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it)
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| I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it)
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| Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weed 4 the Low , by - King Lil G. Song from the album 90's Kid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп