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Lockdown I ain't into all that
I'm tryna link the g's and get bunny
Mash work and get money
Go Nandos fill my tummy
Now my weed pot's coming on E

that’s looking below me
Life is a bitch and that girl really chose me
I can not stop with this no mo
We ain’t have a pot to piss in so cold
Fuck all

like nachos (Let’s eat)
They say that I’m bumping no pot hole (Pot hole)
I set the trend watch 'em follow (Watch em copy)
You done got you some bread,

Never had a lot but I made it now
Started smokin' pot, I'm still faded, how
They say Randune's my favorite, wow
When I come around they play that

I went to sleep, slept on, woke up, im da man
I was plottin da plan, like da pots and da pans
Brought my momma a crib
Took my block to Japan
Gave my

above and a pot so I can pee 

I don't need no aspirations, I'm not fooled by dreams
When you catch that falling star it's never what it seems
You can

pop
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
Every moment in

revelation from the genesis
Though I get enemies
Some wey be frienemies
I swear to God we go make am by any means
Ginika this your body na my paradise o
This

Yeah I'm hot
Gametime
I'ma get that shit regardless
Going hard is what I'm haulin
Ain't intimidated by a hallow
Ya left me hanging now ya harmless

want piece of the pie, Put my hand in the pot
Y'all boys lunching & munching, they punching them clocks
Me, I get busy, in business accumulate stocks
Too

King Jay (Teeze)

Now they paying, know what I'm saying?
Gettin that money

Teezë Hussein I be blazing the pot
I fool on the track, I bang that shit

trupach
Otrzyj pot idę z tobą przez upał

Mamy charyzmę by zdobywać szczyty
Zrobię numer ale wiem że nie będę się nim szczycił
Mam serce do pasji i pasję do

ain't no stumbling
My momma ain't raise no bitch so stop the mumbling
Ain't have no pot to piss and we still hustling
Ain't no other shit
Momma ain't have

wasn't easy e
Sha ma wo
On my own
If you watch your pot your food no fit burn o
Focused on my hustle i dey sing song o
If you try to be me you go fit kolo

moves and I pull up like I'm Harden
So many bows in this bitch like a garden
Real hustlers don't ever fold
Pot got hot turned down the stove
Plays come

I’m clearin’ up the lies yo’

Hey thanks a lot 
Ay why’d you have to go and open the box
It never stops
Let’s get it crackin’ like a stove and a pot

Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta

catch him and his friend if he try to run then we spin again
Hop out the block spin his block
The block real hot I'm beating the pot beating the pot i

420
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERESON

KEYS		JOHN BLASUCCI
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI PARKER
BASS		ALAN BERLIANT

Cops dem ah buss shot
Eye for an eye
Bullets beat like a drum pan
Eye for an eye
Block hot like a Dutch Pot
Eye for an eye
Man ah lay down innah dove

Huh
I been on a mission 
I feel like Tom Cruise
I been whipping in the kitchen
I got pot in the stu 
I be kicking my pimpin in my Nike shoes
yeah
I

Cook the dope in pot then I put it on the scale
Serving bricks and bales
Watch my moves because they tell
Catch me posted at the spot extended clips

Glock in it
Uh (Pu-pu-pu)
Pop a pivot when I drop, I cop the digit's
Uh (Brr)
Block is hittin' and we got
A pot to piss in, uh
I got bitches but them

Ninety nine
Ninety nine
Do it for the team
Making money, chasing dreams
Do it for the squad
And we stirring up the pot
Do it for the set
Breaking