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Og datings not them eagle [?]
Can't be compared to them fisher price riders
Blowing endo, smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit live sided
In the presence of g's, baby can't hide it
She fit [?] It's already been decided
Before even the [?] She was familiar with my concept
We were eachother's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my bizness
Can't be compared to them fisher price riders
Blowing endo, smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit live sided
In the presence of g's, baby can't hide it
She fit [?] It's already been decided
Before even the [?] She was familiar with my concept
We were eachother's conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my bizness
Discussing jets on nose, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though, here we go
Making my rounds, riding my [?]
Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack
Ah, we ain't never gonna die homes
Too motherfucking live for them
Rat [?] Eyes on them
On the thing, catching cases is my iphone
Feel my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers in this song that I'm on
Riding [?] My bitch no dead as a shit
I get a stash and I spend it, light up and do it again
Making my rounds, riding my [?] Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack
Yo, legal doses of cooked up, coke up bout my [?]
We fold that chronic tree, you slim that dope or you make that coke cook
[?] Smoke the green, corn bread, right out the pan
[?] From the city where the younging like fuck police
[?] It's jones baby better get your freaks
500 horses, mind drifted on porsche shit [?]
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it [?]
Lames catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Making my rounds, riding my [?]
Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack.
But in my grind mode, really though, here we go
Making my rounds, riding my [?]
Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack
Ah, we ain't never gonna die homes
Too motherfucking live for them
Rat [?] Eyes on them
On the thing, catching cases is my iphone
Feel my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned
Reefer through your speakers in this song that I'm on
Riding [?] My bitch no dead as a shit
I get a stash and I spend it, light up and do it again
Making my rounds, riding my [?] Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack
Yo, legal doses of cooked up, coke up bout my [?]
We fold that chronic tree, you slim that dope or you make that coke cook
[?] Smoke the green, corn bread, right out the pan
[?] From the city where the younging like fuck police
[?] It's jones baby better get your freaks
500 horses, mind drifted on porsche shit [?]
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it [?]
Lames catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto
Making my rounds, riding my [?]
Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack.
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