Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm pushin' for the yo, c'mon
Yo, the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Ya'll know who it is, or should I say it is
Uh, uh

All Drag do is fuck bitches and drain his
Kickin' bitches out the bed and sleep next to a
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas IV
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a drivin' me

Make think the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stash box, a of D
dash, I'm happy to be
On rap shit is like a jacket to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves

So I keep it on, don't never take my off 'cuz my shit be gone
What are you, your mind?
It my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few

Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe
Slip in the Tunnel with a in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a sit, linger
Double R is hard, the of ya'll is R & B singers

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we up
That's all we know

I got more bullets in my than chocolate got in chip
I got bitches suckin' dick than niggas smokin' niks
I got more shit up in my than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw ya'll tryin' to stop wars

Coward nigga lock your
I'll come with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a for
I got black steel, steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair

'Cuz 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
'Cuz me in Philly rollin'
Me and Eve, off the trees, got her laughin' off bitches' weaves

Double R, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's asleep
Seven foot bouncers to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took step

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
That's all we know

I know ya'll wish woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, we cock it then pop it
Make 'em and swallow
Niggas it, catch it, all up in his jacket

I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga it
Hate chips that go away, like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back French toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is

Used to frown, now you smile, nigga have left you now
Went bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the
Went from cracks to the raps, went bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to and back

Me change 'cuz I rap, I do it
I went from muggin' to payin' niggas to do it
all the same stupid
I got cake on 'cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, or Die

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about