Lyrics:
two bills for sure
Yo, bitch know my pedigree, so I had to triple H that hoe
Down in China with a masseuse, and she gave me a low blow
Ate two more
my life, and don't plan to
How 'bout you officer, you blowin' anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay, okay man
Oh what's this man? 2.0?
Oh,
my life, and don't plan to
How 'bout you officer, you blowin' anything?
Just blow into the tube son
Okay, okay man
Oh what's this man? 2.0?
Oh,
Nigga get to steppin', what's the issue
Brand new four pound, gon blow it like a whistle
Five shots, man down, now his mom need a tissue
Ba Ba, ran
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
marijuana trees
When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)
Here comes the brand new
marijuana trees
When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)
Here comes the brand new
twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
watchin', they ain't got no honor
They an actor, shoulda got an Oscar I know we got some problems to get out of
And I know that we done been through some
I'm about to blow up like a time bomb
That's why you girl wan blow me like a time bomb
She kneel down cause the king don come
And all the sexy girls
the claro make I shutdown (Make I shutdown)
Down for my baby down for my cha (Down for my baby down for my cha)
Stand by my baby jiggy jiggy ba (Stand by my
in the past that I'll never speak to again
But trust me, by now, I'm over it
Spent too many nights staring at the ceiling
I've come so far, man, it's
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
sayin' the brand
And free all the bros out the can (gang)
Never seen him, so we clap at his mans like hands
Why would you play with the clan?
F
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Running man, running man, running man
Running man, running man, running man, running man, running man
I can't get too high right now, I'll blow my brains
a nigga know that break up got ya on skirt
The way you acting lately you deserve a fucking Oscar
Thinking that glad but you trash nigga Oscar
Hol up I’m just
I got my stick by my side
Brand new bitch wan' slide
Brand new ho my type
Said she ride or die
I made shortie cry
Sorry baby I'm not that guy
Now she
brand new Christmas
Brand new Christmas, right away
You can say their are happy with the world today
Who can say their not effected in anyway
By
a nigga take it
Soundz Of Da citch Bitch
Brand new whip drop top I just pulled it off the lot got dammit you know it's clean
My nigga buy em cheaper by
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
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