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that same nigga I'm still that same nigga

Forever pimpin, you know it's OPP
She ain't yours, if she in here with the team
Me I get that cheese 
She gin

irrationally passionate 
She could catwalk for Fashion Week
Bags of weed couldn't give me that feeling 
You actually make me a better me
If life's a bitch

me up and you know that I'ma slide by
She thought she a starter, so I pushed her to the sideline
Doin' the impossible, I'm feelin' like I'm Kim
Back

ain't gotta walk nomore
I kept my bike right by that door
Sippen 40's with no worry
With the homies blowing dodi
Staying the night after school

per Machinegunsalve
Chill' an der Ecke mit Herodealern, da kommen deine Kollegen und fragen nach Weed
Und ich klatsche die Bitches aus ihren

Motherfuckers ain't touching the kid
But R Kelly luck
They asking if he down
He gone or is he stuck
But I been smoking weed
And not giving a fuck
Okie dokie tree

Slow rider we'll I really
Wanna ride with you
All nighter oh we're
Sipping on a gin and juice
Souls shining oh we like
The light inside the room
Just

Ain't being talked down by
Some goofy-ass has-been
If you had the recipe
Then you would really have it then
Hate my movements
But you could never do it

Summer days burn like a swallow of gin
Junkies out begging for a dollar again
Mounted up Chevys come from under the shed 
Then float around town with

(Ay)
Can't test myself in my comfy fleece (my comfy fleece)
Play some old CDs in the back door seat while we smoke some weed (smoking some what?)
Man

appalling
I grew weeds
In my feet now I'm sprawling
Amongst trees
Where I sleep, no sawing
I drank a liter of gin
Now I'm yawning
Bitch I'll pee in your mouth

To clean all of the mess you left from All your exs test it, it ain't for the weak
Niggas on weed, stressed by their ladies all week
They want that D.I.C.K
I

There's a house I know that's loaded to the brim
people gather there, drink vodka, wine and gin
Dancin' in the dark because they want to win
They

to par
Cuz I'm tryna elevate I'm tryna raise the bar
Got my money up but Ima stay in LB
So I can swoop the homies and get some P&G's
Women weed and weather

got it in you
Now they mad cuz they see me win
It's gon be one hell of an evening
I'm high off that weed and gin, yeah
Higher, higher up
Carry on, I

Bean
ID says 21 but mentally 13

I'm never able to do things by myself
Even to whipe my ass I need some help
I hide my weed inside a bookshelf
cause if

bombay gin to pass the time
Imma roll my weed up smoke it to the lungs till its gone
I know you not gon remember my name in tomorrow
But its alright

you
What's your taste, we got plenty food
Loud base our favorite tunes
Girls twerking by the swimming pool
Boys sipping on gin and juice
Weed smoke in

up on this dick
My tongue was on that clit
Wanting me to go in
I'm just guilty for my sins in the end
My old ways got me sipping juice and gin
Absolute

in the fridge, she needed to work|I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse|Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck|You don't wanna see

shit
G shit, No gangs, get your weed lit
Bout to catch a body, fuck the last tape's peace shit
Catch 'em check the finger, Know they're looking for that

Your boy suave like Rico
Yankee fitted navy like a pea coat
I used to move the cane by the kilo nah that ain't my thing
But I still puff my weed though

trust i can tell 
any ways I'm back to scale
as this weed i inhale 
site back in the trap for a fact not an act 
stack or starve the way i learned was

and them
My niggas ball hard we play for the win
Shoot for the stars and we aim for the rim
Rolling up weed and we drunk off the gin
APMG yeah we at it again