Lyrics:
a TD I want parolees as my president nominees Fuck a blue line, looking too fine in DC Bitch I'm Alex So Fetch-kin in these streets Geez, the ruthless is
of the underground Rollie and parolees And parolees wanna stroll me Woly woly holy, woah camoly bitches blow me Niggas do all my dirt by my lonely And you tony You
Whole gang full of parolees, couple of my niggas got rollies Raised by some OG'z fuck the Police cuntie just OD'd nephew went and served her
a bitch And she didn't like paper I'm Sticked up in the party with parolees and Niggas that I might have to do Time later This the hood function, look out
the trap (They're in the trap) How you want it? (Hold up) We got donors, twenty pointers (Yeah) Come around again They're not parolees, They're patronees
won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P From parolees to hold G's, sold keys, low keys We like the promised land of the OG's In the past if you
rodies Shooting a life style like Colby's So shut up and kneel to these West Side parolees and pass the 40s Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
rodies Shooting a life style like Colby's So shut up and kneel to these West Side parolees and pass the 40s Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue pacholies and rolies At the mob meetin', keep
money or you aren't (uh-uh) Couple parolees, couple niggas with warrants (uh-huh) Couple of hoopties, couple niggas with foreigns (woo) Making a movie,
Spinners spin, on the twenty-twins that Mercedes-Benz Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG
swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face,
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave
swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face,
that big drug dealer from 4E!" A lot of guacamole, know a lot of parolees Slung in front of a lot of these delis eatin canoles I stayed on the front
swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face,
Look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I'm going No women, no shorties, no nothing but clothes No stopping now, my parolees
swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face,
Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees Ex-cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood You can starve in the hood Your best friends'll fuck your baby
Spinners spin, on the twenty-twins that Mercedes-Benz Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG
that big drug dealer from 4E!" A lot of guacamole, know a lot of parolees Slung in front of a lot of these delis eatin canoles I stayed on the front
feel where the tool's kept All my just comin' homeys, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my
homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty I see niggas runnin',
fucking with, under theses niggas heavy parolees Yo we played the speaker And from a distance we could see these chains The P slayed, flat on his chest,
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