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bossin' shit My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling Tennis shoes, t-shirts,
to celebrate Two, three Headin' west out of town down a blacktop road Folks are comin' by the pickup load For a western good time alamode You better bring
up baby Some times I feel like I don't have enough Designer watches sport coats cigarettes by Davidoff My life is tough Two pots of coffee but
feelings Living's now a mission, see no pot to piss in Seen 'em burn a village, They won't see a prison Morning's never given, we can't ever give in Guess
Life on a loan Take it all home I don't need to win the game But I'm gonna be in it Hold it back a little for a bigger pot Yeah, it's raining all
Ty to lepiej zjeżdżaj stąd Zmieniam ci imienia font Może jadę trochę w bok I dostojniej lepiej od niej Pot mi już nie daje żyć Muszę tyć by na
smashed a couple hoes Another day another episode Y'all better tell them hoes See you know we get them by the load I'm talkin' a bail or more See they
it comes in handy I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
I was mobbin' through the beach, yeah the city by the sea Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fuckin' streets I was cookin' up a Ki, tryna
The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot One seven
on a natural high, lovin you more 'til the day that I die Dead or alive, I'ma be puffin that weed, whether y'all like it or not Addicted to the pipe and the pot
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
And I ain't talkin' bout no fancy mansion or no yacht Just a quarter pound of pot on my forty acre lot Wit my Caddy coupe and drop, and a Range Rover
yankee (swamp yankee) Swamp yankee Yes I am, swamp yankee Y'see, my grandpa He's a half Pequot Scrapin' a livin' From a lobster pot He was raised
Talking by the pool of light, language from America. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd They are not a melting pot, say
By Dave Chamberlain and Walter Egan I' m hungry, got a strong appetite I need you for more than tonight Like a fever ooo I'm on fire Put your skin
one on one This is Basik Yo checking in one two Watch out for your whole crew We might do them by the two's Three's and a hundreds I got you in
it comes in handy I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
to get at the hoes So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold Bitches seventeen years old, round 100 kilos Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose
by a different bunch hot little girls Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl Got lil' doe, got something to blow You wanna get
Talking by the pool of light, language from America. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd They are not a melting pot, say
I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing 10 years ago drinking tussy Nutting off all in public Drive-bys in broad daylight its
Get in your place Shoved in the pot Boiling bone stock You'd be swimming, I'd be stirring What are teeth for Dead eyes graze skin Lawless jungle
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