ones they missin. No book, boy we handle bitches. Nigga I rap clothes off yo women. Clothes I smoke, we’re all in one city. Gold and chrome, 13 inches. Bikes on the dashboard, 16 switches. Car full
let smoke out da pound of dat kush presidential like bush opps i meant to barack its a coop but it dnt drop hard top killa b4 i let anotha nigga disrespect my hood my niggas my family ill killa * em
let smoke out da pound of dat kush presidential like bush opps i meant to barack its a coop but it dnt drop hard top killa b4 i let anotha nigga disrespect my hood my niggas my family ill killa * em
, killa Yo, how dope is this, teach you how to rope a chick. Which you want, coke or piff, got it all smoke or sniff. And you know my drift, used to figures doe and *. You a roosted *, just a
all along, now, it's smoke The things we've written in it. Never really happened. All the things we've written in it. Never really happened And all of the people come and gone. Never really lived
