Lyrics:
to the valley
Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise
Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
to the valley
Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise
Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
Brothers acting different but my crew is fucking dope man
Smoke man
Bhana K chai lanu cha ra jindagi ma
Ruddai hasdai maja gardai bitcha esai dillagi ma
Raat
Verse 1:
My crew is so dope but you already know though.
From the CD to Sodo go hard in the booth with the bars and the truth in the vocals.
In direct
Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
Keepin' it soft like a mink
Gold on my link, coke in the sink (sink)
Choppin' that work like karate
Serve
always on my page, waiting for the next post
Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really dope? Is it really dope?
All this shit can't be his,
crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dope man's dick
Strawberry, just look and you will see her
fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dope man's dick
Strawberry, just look
fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dope man's dick
Strawberry, just look
said: Will it's ok, your son can play the Karate Kid
Million miles translate to kilometers
I be to rap what skateboard to ollie is
My crew be to dope what
for?
This ain't a fuckin' sing-along
So, girl, what you singin' for?
It's 'cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
Twenty,
out man, he came out jookin
The life we chose hoes, clothes, dope, doe
That's all a nigga know, yep
Yeah we getting rich bitch
My whole crew eating
hooked up with Tech (I been dope, nig)
Back when y'all was hatin' my crew (I been dope, nig)
Don't gotta tell me cause I already knew (I been dope, nig)
watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses
This is my life,
for?
This ain't a fuckin' sing-along
So, girl, what you singin' for?
It's 'cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
Twenty,
Cork's off, it's on
The party's just begun
I promise
This drink is my last one
I know I fucked up again
Because I lost my only friend
God forgive my
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
Please give it up for my drum line
Please give it up for my crew
That is everyone behind the scenes
That worked tirelessly, tirelessly to put this show
, sellin' dope
I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
Woo, they said be all you can be
Always knew I could rule the world
Let's define what my world is (yeah)
Knee deep in this dope money
Damn near where
on the guest list
Freaky things, sex scenes, a bowl of ice cream
My advice to her is time to trade to my team
Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope dick
Dope
you know my way
Girl set it out for me
The fact is my back is strong
Let me show you, let me show you baby
I flex funky dope lovin' and it don't quit
I
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.
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