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She made the tea so dark and sweet
Just like her granddaughter's Cherokee eyes.
And there's a salesman in New York,
who knows her shoe size by heart.

sense

Draco on my shoulder, let loose
If it's up, then it's stuck, then I hang it by a noose
Just like me, my bitches in twos (twos, yeah)
VVS

gasoline
A 40 ounce for breakfast and a dutch for me
Re-up re-up then hit the street
I'm a paint his city candy red
Natural born killer just like the man

with them O's
You know shorty been EBK
So I don't do shit by the code
And don't give a fuck who want smoke
I eat, sleep, and shit with my pole

to give me sloppy toppy
That's your nickname, girl, 'cause your tongue game off the chain (yeah)
And by the way she used to swallow it
Before you last

And when I sin I pray that God don't leave my life alone (turn my headphones up)

Look (damn)
Thirteen I'm in the books, I'm playin' basketball
By

by myself an i be rolling 
Fish bowl on the whip 
Face card good 
Pockets fat af an the swollen 
This me at your door aint bo catfishing Send shooters

I'm gettin' racks
I heard you niggas broke, don't tell me that's facts
A hundred 'bows sold in one day, close the trap

I could make a forty in

Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,

talking down but still
Looking up on South Beach getting my dick sucked
By a model bitch ain't no tummy tuck
She on Ocean drive ass fat as fuck

Came a long

a landslide
Forty on my waist, but I ain't fat, that ain't my pants size
Blow 'em like a land mine
It don't take shit for bro to do it, just a hand sign

This song is criminal enjoy by everyone

Na yeah

I'm a criminal why can't I take it all for tonight
I don't want a mind-sick I just wanna forget

pics I got 'em swarmin' 
I can get a lil' nigga hit by my enforcer
Really overloaded with blicks, I'm runnin' Georgia
Baby can we make us some flicks,

Jeg er stranda på en bar i Bodø by
Med en gjeng med oss om 40 født på ny
Og det er billig pils mellom halv to og fem
Når vi vokser opp kan vi bli som

like a giant
I might sleep like a giant

c martyr for the masses and a self-made spectacle
ct a certain point it becomes hard to let it go
c job of forty

All that nigga's straps celibate
And I got that 40, tryna fuck it up
Up in the party
All my niggas jumpin' like this
Shit was double dutch
I bet a nigga

a realer story rather dilatory
When applying his depilatory (Jesus Christ)
Got a cumbersome 40 year old madame
Up under his shorty, but I ain't mad at em

Motherfucker need that good green

I got the face like a grown lion
My people hold iron
Predict the weather by the wind
Like an old Mayan
Hold my son up, show

on a daily basis 40 aces

Okay, my niggas eating rare reindeer meat
Fly muthafucking outfit's
Lavish bedspreads, nickel 9's, rugers, macks
Let's do it!

protected by border patrol (Woo)

Bag from overseas, thirty-one a key
Twenty of 'em Joe's, thirty of 'em P's
I could turn up weed, rather push the beans

planned routes just a journey to
All fake niggas shook
Speak the truth over hard street
Niggas look, real crook by the book
Never did I testify
AK 40 plenty

Stalin bussin bitches and hustlin
And flippin whips
Stayin with them 40s that be's
Wit them extra clips
Niggas steady hatin and bitchin with no chips

right
Got all these foreign whips
That's a coke dealers delight
Blap in my pocket, that's a compact 40
Niggas goin' arond trippin'
I kick it off like

40% czysta
Nieziemskie moce, to gorętsze od ogniska
Międzygalaktyczna bitwa
Rymy wyjebane w kosmos
Ostry jak brzytwa, ostry jak porno
Gorzki jak polmos