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i smoke
this out you better work it trick
filmoe for life a grain of salt
a tiga like me to take a loss
and helifikle know it aint simple
hit you with cocaine and hot
sell the shit, make the
your thoughts, then recop it
come to your like cody jared
i dont think these niggas can it
a parrot, you want the cracka
blow a hole through your back-ah
untill its an empty clip
my said lets pimp the bitch
get my keys up off the
start the car, did not the belt
like an ambush, set up the moustrap
hopefully fuckers wont come back
cause you'll get your gun back
and you'll be bullets by the mornin sun crack
4 a.m im smoken
listenin to champagne king
ali dance across the ring
gigglen, countin cream
em just like the tennis ball
all you had to do was
dis is how ima do em all
and my life will be the rise then fall
of the sun, of the
of the stars, fancy
you need to get a bath and tar
and ask them and fly off far
but i know birds' catch no worms
and all dealers just want they turn
top of the world is they earn
bottom of the world is where burn
me bust it off
and do shit at any cost
no of no motherfucken' big ass boss
or roll around with a floozy toss
bitch im
dont trust or mechanics
or punk hoes be starten static
get the ill get the cabbage
get the yacht ill rock the
like nino used to rock the
now im bout to go for
weed to smoke, vee to