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i cannibus
check this out you better it trick
for life with a grain of salt
a tiga like me hate to a loss
finikey and helifikle know it simple
hit you with cocaine and hot
sell the shit, the profit
reload your thoughts, then it
come to house like cody jared
i dont think these niggas can it
a parrot, you want the cracka
blow a hole right through your
squeeze untill its an empty
my said lets pimp the bitch
get my keys up off the
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 mornin sun
4 a.m im weed
listenin to evelyn king
watchen ali dance the ring
gigglen, countin cream
serve em just the tennis ball
all you had to do was
dis is how ima do em all
and my will be called the rise then fall
of the sun, of the
of the stars, cars
maybe you need to get a and tar
and ask them and fly off far
but i birds' dont catch no worms
and all drug dealers just want they
top of the world is where they
bottom of the world is they burn
watch me it off
and do shit at any cost
no of no motherfucken' big ass boss
or roll around with a floozy toss
im automatic
dont lawyers or mechanics
or punk hoes that be static
get the ill get the cabbage
get the ill rock the boat
like nino used to rock the
now im to go for broke
to smoke, vee to loke