Lyrics:
the one's who supply the drugs
They say only the string survive
Well that's only a complement to the ones who never knew what thriving was
Oh your aint know
love tradition
I got my boys in the booth
International repping home for the youth
Different time zones but we on the same route
Yeah
This the routine
White bricks White House
Big Flakes no doubt
Peruvian Bird routes
From my hood to your house
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
White Bricks
swear these niggas just be hating
I'm just trying to run my route
And chase the cake like I'm a baker
Said bitch i'm gonna fuck it up
They been watching
Somethings cooking! *Sniff* *Sniff* Smells Good.
Ka$h Route. Subconscious. The Sequel. Dos.
Come too far, now we can't turn back.
I'm cookin from
It's getting dark out
Can't see shit, I took the wrong route
Got lost tryna' find my way to our house
But it's way too late
This the long way home
come through the back, told him I'm still en route (I'm on my way)
I gotta show out in Maui, I think it just sold out (Oh yes it did)
Load up the jet,
and hers
Vicuña plus got the Birkin purse
Scenic route in the 'Rari while the engine purrs
Uh, you make the boy calm down
I just want to hear you sing
[Cam'Ron]
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
To supply the boys I got it live from croy
Yes a 9ner boy bought
Dirty South thugs
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs
You know how
route
Last week I took the harder route
Them other niggas cannot survive it
They talkin' cars but all my niggas is ridin'
She want dick then I'ma come
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'
Money on my mind like a pair of shades
Grind all week, I ain't slept for days
Paper routes, I
my pride and joy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
To supply the boys I got it live from Croy
Yes a niner boy bought five in Boyce
Over
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
They told me reach for the sky
I said each to their own if you wanna get high
Gonna get high on my own supply
I can't rely on a guy
I don't even
but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
keep finding alternate routes
Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me
I'm all for it, can't trip me up
I won't fall for it
I'm just a man
Vegas
Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples
Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
Even if I
need raises and our schools, they need supplies
And resilience of the spirit goads the will to carry on
And the moon, it chase the sun around the earth
a Baltic while you purchase fireplaces
Poisonous supply and occupy in space
The midnight I could hide the dark until the spark
Light up the night nothing
a Baltic while you purchase fireplaces
Poisonous supply and occupy in space
The midnight I could hide the dark until the spark
Light up the night nothing
Go 'head and roll the red carpet out
'Cause everywhere I walk on a martyr route
Just when you thought the game was garbage and watered down
I came
the ways I handle shit without the right supplies for it?
All I'm asking is you pay me in advance
Cause' I'm done with being broke and don't wanna take
Unzip me; bet you get roped in
Dont envy, set it in motion
Keep it Swain, keep it cool, keep it rolling
Multiply and supply all the homies
But why niggas
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