hog you ain't never pass the rock I still dip and dab, stick my hand in bigger bags Nick, a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta
know the word whore Clap........thats the bird-call [JR Writer] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in
white, tan and brown Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty G's It's like that, I dun been through the struggle
passed the +ROC+ I still dip and dab,stick my hand in bigger bags Link a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta tan) I be badder than
the word whore Clap........thats the bird-call [JR Writer] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in
us know the word whore Clap... thats the bird-call [JR Writer:] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in
word whore Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call [JR Writer] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in the order
know the word whore Clap... thats the bird-call [JR Writer:] i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in the
