Lyrics:
was gon' get some bundles
Get her head all covered in pipe, but I kicked her out on summer
I'm a felon but I still can go to Mexico (yeah)
I'm in
on homie's mother's couch
Lost a bundle in that bitch, at least a hundred count
We was thuggin' as youngins, bustin' and runnin' routes
Bang that thing out
of my whips so beat, be blackin' out
A bundle to my money ain't really perpetual
These niggas got no spine (spine), we call 'em a vegetable (yah)
Your
Beat for the gods
Serving up face
Rocking full lace
Gruntled, bundles
Don't be disgruntled
What? What? What?
For the gods
Washed face, no
wrote across the knuckles
Hundred ball in the duffel, organize the nickel bundles
Ain't no doubt about it, got the nickel on us
Bust her out blood, I
to my man Stack Bundles God bless your life
And my man Chinx also, word to the way the law rolled
On me when I was leaving your service
And they had
and the boat can come in)
(And get the, uh, bundles before someone else gets 'em)
a bundle on shawty
What you gon' do for the cash?
Sippin' Hen while I grip on that ass
Bank roll let me dig in the stacks
Slim Jxmmi tryna flex on they
the mirror
Asking my self we it all went wrong
Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm
Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm
(Chorus)
[Mr. Cheeks]
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
'cause they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
Yo I can't front - I got dope
"Fish and guests go bad after three days"
"A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle"
Say, hey Benny they didn't put you on
The penny
a bundle
Bitches got weaves on, hair long like Rapunzle
I crumble, a phone number, but I stills bury bozack
Rollin in dough like Pillsbury
I don't carry
the jungle
Be careful not to stumble they know I got that work by the bundle
Catch me wit a quarter piece
Somethin' from the middle east
Show em'
a women she gonna have ta play tha game
I play tha game raw, I used ta hustle outside
In tha cut, bundle outside at 2B, thirty five
An if tha flash
through the clothes in yo dresser
Hopin I catch ya
Wit a bundle of bread cut him up an get him for his vest
An his pistol
An his sacks
Stuff my
wanna act like they know me
They said they want the old me
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Is it 'cause my money quick? My bundles
bubbles
I'm tryin to get me a bundle
I'm tryin' to fill up some duffles
I'm tryin to get all the chips
Cheeto, Frito-Lays, and Ruffles
I'm talkin'
I bless my Dons
I am not worried, not afraid
I am not hurried, not delayed,
Struggled from the jungles busy like a Bee, now I hustle for my bundles
attitude!
Neurological tendency won't get the best of me
I am more than a bundle of pain receptors
So come on let's take a trip
Down to the south, we'll
a pure heart
Because the sign of the Eternals rises in Giza
In your honor we offer a bundle of flax
Because the nations despair without the care of Menés
me
Of the cares I left behind
I've got those
Lonesome long gone railroad blues
Ain't got no troubles
No worries of my own
Nothin' but this bundle
e'ry week
She from a jungle so she stay on tree
She gave birth to a bundle
She don't never see yeah, yeah
So I pick her up, now we ridin' out
I'm hidin'
On the service drive
It ain't nothin' but crack houses
Dope fiends got them dope screen, meal slots
Jackpottin'
Movin' bundles of raw, Utah Jazz Stockton
Droppin'
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