I.P.A. (Illicit Players Anthem)

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KHERN$ & FAUSTOE

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I don't give a f*ck about what anyone thinks
I'm just tearin' up the game like I do every week
SevenDayz SevenWayz is what I preach when I speak
Hater repellent on me
So careful how you breathing
I be
Chiefin' on that potent
Sippin' on my potion
Handling my business
F*ck the commotion
I ain't with the bullshit
Always been exclusive
Top notch bitches
Switching positions
Lyrics been explicit
You should take a listen
I don't need permission
To get to the mission
Never been a quitter
You should ask your main bitch
I ain't even hit it
But she already dripping
Yea, that's a five thirty I when I swing through
Seventeen gallon body when I pump fuel
Tinted windows on me, Haters tryna see through
What you want foo
I ain't got the time for no lazy ass bitch
Look at it closely
Got no watch on my wrist
It ain't hard to tell
That I'm not new to this shit
I been down ever since
I was running from the pigs
Ever since I was a youngin' kickflippin' shit
Fuckin' up the scene
Crispy clean, making it look easy than it seems
We want all the smoke
We condone it
The bottles of Champ we done poured it
The IPAs already ordered
The junts have been rolled up
She makes eye contact when she sucks it up
Babygirl fucks it up
You can tell by how I bust a nut

Yaooooooo
I want all the fucking smoke
If I don't see the stacks then I wont fucking go
My time expensive I ain't pulling up for nothing broke
Oh that's your bitch
Yea not while she's around me tho
Straight fax
I pull up And light up the eighth bags
My money get clean with the Ajax
I'm goodie I don't have to chase bags
If you broke then you broke then just say that
But I stay on the gas like a Maybach
I be dripping too much on the way back
If you scared of the shine then just stay that
I be walking in like I'm the shit, because I am
I'm the real and y'all don't fucking understand
And that's on gang
Flip a bag and reach one hundred grand
Then spend it all on the bitches that don't use they hands
Hold up
I'm back to the bag what's the hold up
I be drinking champagne in the gold cup
I be smoking on loud when I show up
I be getting the cream like a donut
I be back on my shit givin' no fucks
Got stones on my neck bout to glow up
I been doing it right since I showed up

Show up and I show out
Levitating with a dank cloud
That's without a doubt
Peaking off psilocybin
Wonderin' where my mind went
Should've scaled the last stem

Hit her with the strong dick
Aw shit damn
I'm gone off the bong rip
Long trip damn I yawn playing y'all shit
Naw bitch damn
I ball like Gasol did

Hit 'em with the left, right
On sight
I ain't been the same since
That night
Rebounding off the glass
No Dwight
If I hit it once
Bet I hit it twice

If I hit once bet I did it right
Giving y'all the sauce
On the goods
With a better price
Got this shit locked down with the pen
And I
Know you can't drown in the dough
When it turn to ice

Thaw it out
Claim to be solid
I'm gone flaw it out
Twenty Twenty Eye vision
I'm gone scope it out
See the juras pullin' up
We don't make a sound

But I'm as loud as I wanna be
Yea we pulling up
Y'all know what it's gonna be
Big Khern$
FAUSTOE
With the energy
Better check your tone
Cause the boy not as cool as me

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