Pot Of Gold
Deenyc & Monexus
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I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones Drapped up n I'm dripped out Pale mud in my sip cup Late night at your bitch house Don't waste time pull the dick out Still f*ck the world till I get child If its beef shit I eat raw No if how's, for short change its click pow But I just really wanna milk cows Pill pop in clouds Send sounds, sonar, smoke loud Sauced up in tomato town My go kart do doughnuts, that's 2 puffs and roll If you don't talk money you might need to sub the flow I'm on one that's too much Thug life shit 2 pac Cops shooting for target practice Shoot back till they narcoleptic Cos karmas a bitch whos' heart is septic Semi fleek on enemies or anybody that talk to pigs Come on over take a walk with me I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones I be cooking chicken, chicken go for 30 You aint talking business, shit that don't concern me My bitch is looking like a snack yo bitch is just burnt meal Niggas outchea thirsty, don't stop at the intersection Rocks and Glocks for inventory Shot the cops and lived to tell the story via Kevlar shock absorbing Kalashnikov a rodent, send him off to the omnipotent Ride a rarri skuuurt skuuurt, ride it like I stole it Shining like a glow stick, sliming by my lonely Cos I don't want anybody to tie me to my own shit No loose ends hommie die there like a grown man How I leave the crime scene suicide by your own hand I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones I'm raising hell, I'm raising hell till I'm in heaven I'm looking for a pot to piss in that's my own I'm thinking bout the money man I can't get caught I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm throwing bones
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Written by: Moemedi Poncana, Dennis Onen
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