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scuffling years, your honor That's why I'm traffickin' these bricks and marijuana, shit Look, I been scuffling years, your honor That's why I'm traffickin
they like guns and traffickin' Prolly think feds are after them And all of their songs got sirens in All of the same All of the same All of these rappers
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front Ain't gotta look for me, bitch, you know I'm
Like the Pilot get the pot We can get it crackin' in here Audio Dope We track traffickin' And they askin' for mo is you back again? And I ain't
traffickin’ women, traffickin’ children Traffickin’ niggas, traffickin’ chicken in a den Shed light on the status, wit the pen In spite of not being condemned
steady rollin', them neighbors, they know Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery Gotta go get
(Pluto) Bust it down, got Rockstars, drug traffickin' Fentanyl (yeah) Cookin' dope up with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, I tax 'em (cold) Swerve
back the Act' again Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin' Hate
coulda been traffickin' But I would rather do better than my uncle had it My head to the sky like a Jesse White backflip Westside nigga go crazy
Drug traffickin money being made They made they own choice they ain't wanna stay I left as it is cuz I been betrayed I got dis cloud over me I can
dead if I ain’t Raindrops on my windshield on the E way Heavy drug traffickin trap a freeway Ole don need it right now ain’t no leeway I’m gassed up
the garage sending packages Neighbors prolly think a nigga traffickin' Out in LA for a day not a week M&P wop case a nigga think it's sweet Gas station stop
inda G Sold pack onda north, Sold crack inda beans I drop it off dats a traffickin free ion make a flip den im trappin fa free he want a zip but i dont
broke Now I'm back traffickin' Plug Like I'm D Boi just know I can take a detour Let's Go I up the score like I'm that nigga that signed V Roy Plug My
on my wrist Why am I traffickin' still? I'm makin' a fortune at music but couldn't resist Family members endin' up gettin' missed Do they know, do
Blicky by my side now And we ain't rollin' with no DJ When we ride out Bring back the act again And there's so much drugs on us Look like we traffickin
clappin' Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homey I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die, run up on that
clappin' Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homey I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die, run up on that
baby this our fuckin job (Ross) i can meet her today (today) , be in love by tonight (night) You can bet by tomorrow (morrow) , she'll be traffickin
and traffickin' pounds My jack jumpin' 'bout a rapper makin' blasphemous sounds Switchin' sides like the tassel on the cap and the gown I'm fully loaded, nigga,
drug traffickin' made me Ambition saved me, hold up on the pavement Ain't goin' outside like Jose Canseco, I up my status Had to 'crease me hunger
swang the door open, smell cocaine Traffickin' drug money and trap outta this one lane Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace Oh,
the smack Now they got me for traffickin', racketeerin', audio crack They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto
practice bitch, I'm ballin' just like Iverson My new bitch immaculate and I'm so used to traffickin' I be with the baddest bitch and best believe I'm
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