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Willow
Smoke the Raw used to smoke the cigarillo
Don't smoke with the dutch, shawty talk too much
I'm walkin' with a limp but do not need a crutch
Had

Bottoms up to the sky
Roll those joints then your high
Bottoms up to the sky
Roll those joints then your fly
Got enough green for Coat made of gold

Yo, pass me that Dutch before I throw a fit
Ten on the fit, twenty on wrist
Fifteen-two grams, filled up a blick, one already lit
It's Hub and its

I knooow
[this is mein kampf]
Nazi, side of Dutch 
Gots thee, Midas touch 
Drip drop gold 
Global warming couldnt handle much 
Yahtzee, if I turn

a motherfuckin’ robbery 

It time for me to

Handle my business 

Bitch I’m not slippin’ 

Glock get to clappin’

Niggas hop skippin’ 

Double Dutch 

They want me

down, taken her soul
Put it in her mouth
I don't fold
I don't fold nigga, I don't fold nigga
I been out
Never for the count
Liquid gold, man she love my

the day
And Sunday in the service
I Know that it's worth it
Time is wrong but it's perfect
Heart of gold I wanna preserve it
Do I deserve it
Man it's

Just to break us down like it's rollin' up
For a quick dub
Or a paint brush
With a deaf Dutch
I think this smoke just paints too loud
And I'm the type

don't like to walk the fucking walk
On some plank shit
Rolling up a doobie
Scooby homie finna take this
Hit it twice pass it back
I ignite roll the Dutch

tired and the holy lord know
But I ain't really trippin if I never go gold
The hustle never stop mufuckas don't know
Grindin on the beats and I been

1 and i'm loving it
I'm doing what I want, everybody can suck a dick
I'm older and bitter-I got gold and liquor
I've been living life wavy that's why

she like to rock the gold lace
We need that dough before plotting on our own place
Paying bills first
Better make the skills work
Mils in my kills peep

bussin
Like the metro
PCS phone jumpin jus like double dutch
Don't get fucced up
That thunder tucced like polo shirts and Gucci belts
That blue cheese melt

Aye pass that dutch I'm tryna get high
Don't skip me bruh
No
Real high
Tryna get faded know what I'm talking about
Yeah yeah yeah
High as shit
Way up

Yeah, yeah

Run it, run it, I'mma run it up
Finna outrun the runner up
Going for the gold like I'm Jesse-O
Got the mojo like I'm Buttercup

In the cut

Body these niggas and throw em in the bin
(The bin)

Focus on two things double Dutch
Ho's coming to me they wanna fuck
I told those bitches you too much

different heat
These gold plated slugs ain't fitted teeth
Zombie tips have you in a state of decay like you ate millions of sweets
I promise you differently

And the man on her side looking ashy like a ash tray
Let me stop playing let me not hate ah
Who that nigger pimping In the purple looking great ah
Gold in his

let 'em know
Stuffed dutch blowin' Os
In the cut creating flows
Black diamonds rose gold
Hollow bottles oh noo
Go hard the motto
Turn to a goblin
Pushin

Yea Stephy Wit Da Gold Chain
4x4 ugh whine some more
4x4 yeah yeah
Yea she saw me in a 4x4
Come on shorty whine so more
Everyday we litty yea we

On a higher ground while my niggas lurking
Smoking gold blunts while I'm silver surfing
Oops pardon me I flew by ya
Got you coughing like Snoop by ya
High off

touch Gold Goose
Spinnin' and spinnin' I'm goin' vroom vroom, hop off the flight and I'm onto the cruise
Grra, grra, grra, grra, get sturdy and fuck with

some strange
You're like King James, 4 rings, and gold chains
But I don't give a fuck
Still some shit that we have to discuss
Shit deck man? I still

tees
Oh please
Don't give me that
You don't really rap
Pure gold dome I'm at Isa's home in a Phillies hat
Somebody call Meek Millie and tell him I'm up