Locate your lighters
Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims
Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood sweat and gears
Life in between the racing stripes
We break day and night
Alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for her pussy boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
Maintain the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
I'll buy you a little something
Light the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
Rolling trees can do something for you
No matter what you be goin through
Execution flow
Ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your mouth again
Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
Life is like free throws
Some things ya gone miss
Some things ya make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush not cess
Why cry I'm blessed
Aw lend me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
Jets smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international jones
And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl
All bars are final
Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
International jones
Curren$y the spitta
Alchemist my nigga
Tell them ladies go figure
Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents Mad black paint polish rims Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear Too much money talking in my ear The end result of two albums in one year Blood sweat and gears Life in between the racing stripes We break day and night Alternative lifestyle I ain't looking for her pussy boy This trill jet shit, just enjoy That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss Give her direction to the tele and a check list Arriving shortly with the items I requested Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane Maintain the smoke Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk I'll buy you a little something Light the weed man though But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping Rolling trees can do something for you No matter what you be goin through Execution flow Ten thousand grams of potassium Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican My life feels like trade water in the ocean Who's standing in I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again What I do to get my love warm, laugh again Say love don't give me your mouth again Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them Life is like free throws Some things ya gone miss Some things ya make Don't rush, don't wait I call pape time travel machine It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep I never compromise my fresh Smoke kush not cess Why cry I'm blessed Aw lend me the bail out The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house Jets smoking in the club on tour Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour I'm general building, international jones And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies Walls full of vinyl All bars are final Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel International jones Curren$y the spitta Alchemist my nigga Tell them ladies go figure Explain Request ×
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