Yogi's Son
LMG Eazy Mandela
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Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up Look I Stay solid don't kick it wit nobody I don't know karate From Da South where they call Charlie Chaalie You so uninvited Independent my bread like attention It's so undivided Co-defendant gon get you convicted Everyone indicted Stay friends or cross the line she still undecided They say it can't be done and I'm the one to try it I'm so LMG Decade for my felony I hopped out on these hoes she tap her homegirl Who the hell is He I'm Yogi's Son The youngest not the oldest but the coldest Everybody know I got it like a golden gun I blow dat petroleum 93 gas And my check got colors like some '93 Air Max Grew up wit my Brodies 4 deep on a air mattress We don't f*ck wit police and don't run from scare tactics Bro jus got the pack and made it do a pair of backflips Vacuum seal got us flyer than a Pterodactyl You Stop tryna figure out why these hoes do what they do Don't care bout bullshit Care about what care bout u We only f*ck wit facts nigga where yo proof Nigga where yo proof Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50 I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50 I make this shit look easy I was born to do it yeah Apologies to all my people I been goin thru it yeah Don't show yo ass off in my grass bitch I been mowing thru it yeah Mama passed I can't believe dat I been mourning for 2 years Here we go again Take the pain hold it in Used to break them Swishers down E&J and bowling pins Now its Dusse wit the golden cross Henny wit the golden top Might chase it wit a pound of pussy Since you in here showing off These niggas cornball I tried 2 warn y'all Give you a hand nigga jus to chop ya arm off They say you reap what you sow I'm back to business No more fuckin up my Farm y'all Sparring wit these rookies I been fuckin up my form y'all Deno get the footage f*ck it lets perform dawg I ain't here to charm y'all to harm y'all I jus wanna roll my window up Nod my head and honk the horn dawg For real I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50 I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50 And Loyalty is all it take to keep the crew together forever
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