Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm for the single yo, c'mon
Yo the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Y'all who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and next to a shottie
A bitch'll get me pump, I make niggas pump iv
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a drivin me
them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a of d
dash, I'm happy to be
On, this rap is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off my shit be gone
What are you, lost mind?
It took my time to cut these
So I dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in watch the shoe shine
Slip in the tunnel with a in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to a sour sit, linger
r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b singers

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That's what we up

That's what we up

That's we foldin up
That's all we about

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin
I got more shit up in my whip, than most got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward lock your doors
I'll come through the locksmith and pop it
the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I wheelchair
'cause drag is real fair, it's all here
I own more buildings on my block, than estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils billy gates
'cause me in rollin dutches
Me and eve, off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves
Double r, pop niggas, make niggas
Fiends come to me my top rock's been
Seven foot bouncers to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took step

3]
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda,
Didda, getta, gotta, we cock it then pop it
Make 'em and swallow
stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white
Sit in the sun long, come like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have you now
Went from bikes to the car, the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, from coke to the dope
Went from to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to and back
Me 'cause I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin to payin niggas to do it
It's all the stupid
I got on cake, 'cause I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die