Lyrics:
blaming the dealer
These stamps on this card
Get a discount the next time I visit my Woodland Hills folk
We talk in real code
Omertà omertà
I can't
enough, at the end of his rope
His dealer gave him a stamp bag of dope
And said don't be scared son everybody knows
It ain't that bad for long as it's going
dealers
Living on food stamps and
Sleeping on dirty pillows thinking
Oh, I can't wait to say i can't wait to say
Bitch I made it yeahh
Oh, I can't wait
ਉਸੇ ਬੋਲੋ ਮੇਰੀ ਗਯੀ ਜਾਂ
ਤੇਰੇ ਲੀਏ ਮੇਰੀ ਗਯੀ ਜਾਂ
ਕੋਈ ਮੇਰੇ drug dealer ਕੋ ਬੁਲਾਏ
ਕੋਈ ਮੇਰੇ drug dealer ਕੋ ਬੁਲਾਏ
ਕੋਈ ਮੇਰੇ drug dealer ਕੋ ਬੁਲਾਏ
ਉੱਸੇ ਕਹੋ
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
nigga was starving
How can I not make this music for dealers and
Killers and niggas who out there be robbing
Run in your spot smashing your ho fuck
moves)
Every little step I take, every little step I take
Gold chains, gold chains all danglin’
Mix anything with the inositol is the recipe
Package stamp
bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer, you niggas baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
Triple C stamp the trillest
I got B's I'mma spend it, I don't
bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer, you niggas baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
Triple C stamp the trillest
I got B's I'mma spend it, I don't
stack hard
Spend it all, 200 on the dashboard
Every verse is like a
Dope dealer's crash course
Every trip another stamp in the passport
So what you
Like some guy I like uh
What's his name? Saitama
One Punch Man on food stamps
Dodging hoes with a tramp stamp
And stomp on the competition
I got them
My neck glow like fish tanks (water)
My neck glow like a lamp (Brrr)
We do the shit you can't (we do)
His brick ain't got no stamp (it don't)
His brick
a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan)
She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan)
Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface
I can be your, bedroom killa
Or your local dealer
I can, keep it realer
If you, pay man Sylla
This not designer it’s handmade
Smoke my KALASH with
backup dealer
"Sorry, dude. No dice"
Scott proceeded to explain that
Vinnie was giving hot food stamps to all the
Mexican kids in the neighborhood in
chronic dealer
The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her
But now he rock boots that match with his suits
And push a Lexus coupe that's extra G
And now
my pocket
What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at?
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good?
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp
Sinatra from a flask
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
Welfare, food stamps
from a flask
Little bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
Welfare, food stamps
you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks with
chronic dealer
The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her
But now he rock boots that match with his suits
And push a Lexus coupe that's extra G
And now
you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks with
comes
To spitting sick bars
My product potent like trusted
Dealers that flip raw
And I'm spending fast as I'm
Getting cause tomorrow's not promised
Today,
you chasing around them
Bitches trying to fit the
That's why I'm at the dealer now
Trying to pick the coupe
Cause y'all was at the club and
I was
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