NON VERBAL HYPNOSIS

Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis

Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Non verbal hypnosis
Like havin' ice tanks
So every night I thank the man for the cocaine
It pays my bills, it lavish, it's how I live
It buys me new clothes, it helps me feed my fuckin' kids
Plus I'm sprung on the cash
Bitch, I beat your ass if you come up short
Talkin' all you got is half
Crackers starin' at me cause I'm smellin' like weed
My beeper goes off, mo' keys, mo' G's
A drug dealer, that's what I am
I'm the infamous player, the nigga K-Sam
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
The infamous player, the nigga K-Sam
Now I got the fresh candy paint on my hoopty
Just like a player fishin' through my ashtray
For a doobie, straight to the cleaners in and out
Since I hit a fat lick last night
I think I'll buy my mama leather couch
And a big screen TV
And for myself, I think I'll get another diamond ring
I got the triple gold D's for my catty
Plus I paid my rent up for twelve months, gladly
But everywhere I go, it never seems to fail
Another nigga's tryin' to tell me
Take another brother's mayo
But I stay strapped with my hat all the time
With my Trey 8-Ball or my Chrome 9
Plus I got the riches, and I got the bitches
I'm crawlin' over ditches while my nigga hits the switches
I flew my cousin in all the way from Portland
$33.50 for a half pound in Oregon
But that's alright cause I can buy that *, nigga
That's why the * I love being a drug dealer
That's what I am
I'm the infamous player, the nigga K-Sam
The infamous drug dealer, my man
The infamous player, the nigga K-Sam
He's the neighborhood drug dealer
That infamous player, fool
Since it's Saturday night, I think I'll go and get a room
At the Hyatt, Regency, havin' hoes pleasin' me
I know some niggas might even call it trickin'
But it's finger lickin' good when it's all about the pimpin'
Or make a big paper on the counter
Sellin' 50 packs of OZs, now I'm off to California
Just so I could reel
But if I speed up with the loot
5-0 pulls me over, then I might shoot
But I made it to the crib, now I'm cookin'
Fuckin' with my calculator
And it's lookin' like I'm takin' half the profits that the pack made us
Called up my boys, we headin' for Las Vegas
My partner Mikey wanna cheat, playin' roulette
That nigga Magic hit a $20,000 bet
We drink the best drink, we smoke the best tank
I'm havin' so much money that your ass could ever think
So I don't need your hoe, so * your hoe
That nigga K-Sam's about to mow money, mow a drug dealer
That's what I am, I'm the infamous player
The nigga K-Sam
It's the neighborhood drug deal, my man
It's the neighborhood drug deal, my man
It's the neighborhood drug deal
It's the neighborhood drug deal
It's the neighborhood drug deal
It's the neighborhood drug deal