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i smoke
this out you better work it trick
filmoe for with a grain of salt
a tiga like me hate to a loss
finikey and helifikle it aint simple
hit you with and hot nickels
sell the shit, the profit
reload thoughts, then recop it
come to your like cody jared
i dont think these niggas can it
like a parrot, you want the
blow a right through your back-ah
squeeze its an empty clip
my ladies said lets the bitch
get my up off the shelf
the car, did not click the belt
strike like an ambush, set up the
hopefully fuckers wont come back
cause you'll never get your gun
and you'll be dodgin bullets by the sun crack
4 a.m im smoken
listenin to champagne king
watchen ali across the ring
gigglen, motherfucka' cream
serve em just like the ball
all you had to do was
dis is how ima do em all
and my life will be called the then fall
of the sun, of the
of the stars, fancy
maybe you need to get a and tar
and ask feathers and fly off far
but i know dont catch no worms
and all drug dealers just they turn
top of the world is where earn
of the world is where they burn
watch me it off
and do this shit at any
no of no motherfucken' big ass boss
or roll around town with a floozy
bitch im
dont lawyers or mechanics
or hoes that be starten static
get the yams ill get the
get the yacht ill rock the
nino used to rock the coke
now im to go for broke
weed to smoke, vee to