Lyrics:
thank God I'm healing, ain't no dope
Ain't no favors, I told them to go
Ain't no favors u tell by my outfit
Niggas who scared of me really want smoke
We
(Yeah) Ima show you how a real nigga move bitch
Hit the strip and let the system bang rolling that dope while im switching lanes big body wet like
the band
It was a really fun song
Rockin' Robin
Rock, rock
Rockin' Robin
He made me a cassette tape
And I wish I could find it
But at the end of the tape
I don't really even need nobodies help
Man I'm doing just fine all by myself
When the shit gets strange
I just say oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well
I bought so much dope that it came wit clientele
Don't ask me for nothin better get it by yaself
I just popped a perc now i feel like someone else
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper
Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her
So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber
(they
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is Quik or just call me Q
But it doesn't really matter to you
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether
it
Go green different people see em buy in
Stood by never really said bye
Carry on with the people who I say Hi
Halla back gotta keep a tight circle
be really dope
Damn, it's been a long road, and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no
a flight, but I'll be right back by the mornin' (be right back)
I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don't know how I want it (know how I want it)
Wrist on froze
Let it snow
Solo, dolo, how I'm riding
I be all alone
Smoke my dope
Smoking strong
Balling on my haters till the day I gotta go
Wrist
bitch
21 zips dats skunk
Thats a pound and 5 zips in the trunk
I really get tree by the trunk
Spent 18 months on that bunk
21 zips nigga pass
happy then i'm sad
Here's my time, use it wisely, please don't make me mad
She say she found a new one that's not a dope fien
But I do molly to release
mistake!
We gon' start with the haters
(Ok) - Really that's what made us (yeeah)
Cause if it wasn't for them
We wouldn't be this major (hahaaa)
Ya pay em
of this PEEPS back-wood
I had her in the cut like 'Whats really good?'
And its all because they know
I got nouns, I got verbs
I spit dope, pick a quote
I
break it down boogie back
Hit the dope I got good crack
I love my stove I am a chef
I cook the coke like red leg zeff
You hit the dope Fried egg your head
be really dope
Damn, it's been a long road, and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no
really live my life right
So imma smoke so weed and get high
Roll another Dutch that's how I get by
Said I'll be in the sky laid up when I die
I ain't
me e
But it doesn't really matter to me
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I
hustle same plan im sellin dope bitch im
Really with the shit I don't do no talking about it
Ima spark make em put some chalk all around em
Aye thirty
Wop
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude)
Fuck 'em
on no one
Don't take no pic of me and this gun I'm trying to build my brand up
You and your homies really clowns y'all should go do stand up
You get
I'm smoking dope until the pains gone until the pains gone
I'm smoking dope until the pains gone (Pains gone)
Nigga really this a pain song (Pain
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