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aint gotta goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it I grew up watching columbian drug lords who ever knew i would afford cologne by Tom Ford trips
or die forces Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress (More of this, blow the door frame off the henges Columbian drug lord) Part time business Ties
spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way it's a profit Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it's the King pin every day I get
dealin', my real life drug dealers Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers Hovado loco to all my Mocco drug dealers
made him feel like Awwww-cool [Chorus x 4] [Lord Infamous:] Scarecrow is the dictionary table of contents of drugs If you describe it, I could
respect the Black Don Got the hair & the face of a Cuban drug czar But im Columbian like the late Escobar Im beatin all these cases like im truly teflon
they They see us like addict And pills Pills takes the pain away We just wanna get high We just wanna feel alive I'm feeling like a drug lord Right now
a surprise I cannot believe my eyes, I'm so hype To consume these Columbian white lines Look at everybodies eyes, they're so wide But look at the time It's
a surprise I cannot believe my eyes, I'm so hype To consume these Columbian white lines Look at everybodies eyes, they're so wide But look at the time It's
Real JH to the K no alias no AKA Never scared From the H.A.I.T.I DEA hit the freeway heading on my way They praying to God that I am a drug lord
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus) And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord) But is it real
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus) And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord) But is it real
say is Thank you Lord for all You've done for me, yeah Folks without homes, living out in the streets And the drug habits some say, they just can't
(way back) These groupie hoes ain't got no morals (morals) Where that pussy goes only Lord knows (Lord knows, Lord knows) Only Lord knows (Lord
You can't even take it But I'm not taking bout my dick I'm speaking on my love It's something weighing by the ton And plus it feel like drugs Baby
we don't get our drugs from amsterdam we got a privatejet to medihin we get it on belive me when I tell u that we realy not the same while you play
and big poppa shot ya Early departure, street gotcha Pourin' vodka on the Bourbon Get blocked off Your name's on the chalkboard Unsolved murder by drug
on, Believe me when I tell you we play a different game, We got our commentators and Columbian cocaine We don't get our drugs from cmsterdam, We don't
Columbian's who got money One of those niggas might try to get up on me Yo, damn, I need to eat and I'm a man I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm
(Lord) And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end It's just drugs, it ain't no hugs, it ain't no love there You been down so much you don't even
(Lord) And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end It's just drugs, it ain't no hugs, it ain't no love there You been down so much you don't even
Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side Whose side are you
It goes uno dos tres Uno dos tres quatro Puto i run up bank Just like im Don Epifano Got Columbian cocaine And i shoot like desperado Open bottles
out in designer Matchy matchy chrome hearts fit Maxxed out, maxxed out 57 Columbian drugs, pushin' i- I neva fucked wit dem niggas (uh hey) Dem some
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