Lyrics:
mound
Escape Underground
Work till I drown
Cops want me in the pound
Momma road grey hound
Hear the Hell Hounds
Fast cash
Digital dash
Gas mask
Routine
understand 'cause I been hitting pay (yeah)
Lord, I pray that my bitch gay (I just want a threesome)
New opps but my clique Grey (Grey)
(Smoke that pound
uh, sail away, sa-sail away
Trust, they say save it for a rainy day
Uh, save for a rainy day
Yeah, every day is grey
Pound Sterling
Uh, Like I
to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town
See my Cave folks got that gray pound, we hit the interstate
Straight be blowing like a freight train, ain't
But you plottin' on my bling
But we don't play them type of games around here
Keep the gray pound somewhere around here
Please don't let your shorty
back in J-Town
See my Cave folks got that grey pound, we hit the interstate
Straight be blowin like a freight train, ain't tryna catch a case
We take
thousand pounds of gray
They'd say: "Hey, can you see that bright yellow bus?"
I'd say: "No. My eyes are poor. I'm a white rhinoceros"
They'd say: "Ooo,
eye the drip of moistened beauty
Eighty-five pounds of decay
Twenty-five teeth on display
Babbling doomsday
Clay skin seeping gray
Eighty-five pounds
Smoking on exotic
Tell them boys I want the grey pound
I see you niggas talking
I'ma give you something to hate 'bout
I'm a smooth dude
Better wipe your
and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys
And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the UK
I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping that H-Town
Soon
you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby ya hips is gettin' big
Now you gettin thin
the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice, dats right
I told dat ass slow down like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
store
And don't nobody get up til we hit the door
I said lay down and don't get up!
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound gangstas in gray and blue
[Bad Azz]
Took
world, grey chest, sounds as my heart pound
Looking all around yeah it feels so dark now
Grey world, grey chest, sounds as my heart pound
I tore myself up
chokes the color
Leaving black and white and gray
so I pound a shot down
Punch my arm and set up a new round
Till me, myself, and I can't concentrate
paint out,
Stepping tryna get all our pain out,
Got the dem all running like grey hounds,
Trey pounds,
Duty 38 don’t play round,
Corn come big like
When them plates drop
Sound like Fort Knox
When my safe lock
I’m straight na
Flake down
Rise up
U n the way now
I been takin trips
W the tre pound
Grey
for the kill, watch me
Me pon the juice
The man lose
Not Hennessy, not Grey Goose
Two pound and weed in meh dog booth
Bucket hat, brand new khaki
To tend your bleating sheep
Fair maid, I'll buy you a milk white steed
I'll buy you a dapple grey
And twenty pounds worth of premium bonds
If you'll let me
on the plane that straight from Mexico
Xanny trammy fuck the damage I just wanna make a sale
Then I started copping pounds so Grey could fucking level up
the sun don't shine
Grey clouds tray pounds lz up screaming fuck 1time
Slice the parcel like ime Kimbo
Feds at the door had wap in the floor told my nigger
in God's favor all the way
I'm in cobo for some days
Told my side hoe I need some space
I can take you back to where it's gray
Use to make a pound
a brown, vagina weigh a pound
If a grey, you nuh sell pussy prepaid
But if
Di panty a blue and di crotches a pink
A infection, di pussy stink baby!
She want
where I stay
On the block, life kinda grey, but it's okay
Pound of green on the tray
(Roll it up in one day)
Blood on my shoes, counting them blues
Dont
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