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brudda smokin by the pound
Like he in hiroshima
Real japanese lil bitches
Fuckin me up so vicious
They said im not ban so i lift em
I turn ya manz

yah love was a drug
I'll be overdosin it's a touchdown play just put it in motion
He talking to mush I  think he police fade away 3 24 go kobe
Stuck

it's time to close the curtains
Bitch, you so wack, I'd rather play with murder
Fresh as fuck, like my name Dish Detergent
Watch my every move, man,

by suprise i heard it through the grape vine you know i dont play i go to war for mine without you how will i be fine meant to blow i see the signs

Verse 1:
Yeah imma go G on this beat
Never take losses on my shoes cause I hate defeat
These haters ain't got nothin' better to do
Rather than puttin'

Cant beat us then join us go and play ya part to this
 You could leave a mark or Leave like a mark and shit
Lil nigga its art to this

Hold up (Hold Up)

and went to
Sleep like I died or somethin' (Oh)
Lookin' for a handout, bro, you out of luck
(It's over) hit a nigga bitch by accident
Ain't even try to fuck

CHORUS
I though them city girls didnt want me 
Because I'm from the hood but I'm country
But now them city girls wann play with me 
Because I found

world
I'm feeling distant when you talk back (Oh)
But your lookin' pretty I can't top that (Oh)
Newest in release I had to cop that (Oh)
This a 1of1 lil

I'm a lion so I can't stay with a cheater (nah)
She talking all that shit Micheal J, I had to beat her (yeah)
He try to play me like tennis match

remember you're right by me and I'm right there next to you
I remember in the back of the car
I was looking out the window day dreaming about you
I know it's

a bronze
Won't get up for silver
Cause all that I want
Yeah it's made out of gold

Don't ask for my blunt
If you're just gonna waste it
By tryna look tough

How the fuck I'm posed to feel about that
Yeah I'm known to steal bout that
We got lil niggas drilling bout that
Yeah, I been in the coupe with my

livesNext you know, a friend is goneAnd there is no rewind
(verse2)1:39 
And I will admit, I lost hope at timesTrynna play it cold, as a joke at timesTell

that smell, it's the packs in the mail
Smoking pounds by the whales I prevail at anything I wanna do in life
I could never fake gangsta and cry

beds
I point you out then work you out till ya weight shed
Don't wanna get plowed nigga play dead
Buck 50 razor tag making ya face spread 
Saw so much

really how we built like
I barely even been in just a lil fist fight
Couldn't imagine what drilling niggas feel like
Went on telling me how he got his

Maybe pop a Lil Xan just to gain the youth
You know what I'm saying is true, it's no surprise
Just go with flow, along for the ride
Don't get me wrong,

around[00:35.32]If you gon play we gon lay em down[00:36.66]Like a bitch in the bedroom[00:38.00]I ain't come for the pussy but I want the head soon[00:40.12]They like

team with it
I gotta Benz hoe, see me like lense hoe
I want them ends hoe, check under pens hoe
Was up in the pen hoe, I got it in hoe
Don't play no

we went to the Candy Lady
Hooping by McLeod, we was cap poppin
I was with my cousin, we was slap boxin'
I remember all them days vividly
Age ten, I was

' homie, bitch, I'm really big dog
Catchin' all these plays, bitch, I'm really Chris Paul
Playin' by the money, that'll be your last call

Chasin' paper,

My beats pack a punch on the daily
The keys heatin up like Lil Baby
Gonna be my turn just keep waiting
With all this fire I'm creating

I can't keep

in cell, I was eating baloney
Feeling like bank I was all by my lonely

But the opps they know what we into
I swung the block, right out of the rental