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Bloodline
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Phat Geez
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[Produced by Cousin Vinny] Yeah, Why Not thru the bloodline nigga Woah, woah, woah Life is like playin' some dice, no we not living too right We mix the lean with the Sprite, nigga we buy what we like You party too much and I'm up in the stu' makin' bangers tonight Free all of my niggas that's up in the prison, I'm sendin' 'em kite Holdin' 'em down, I bet they make their night (yeah, yeah) Smokin' dro runnin' lights (yeah, yeah) Bitches, they want the pipe (yeah, yeah) We don't catch feelin's, we catchin' flights p*ssy ass rappers get robbed for they ice No we not talkin', we catch you on sight This is too easy, I barely don't write Few from the columns, just look at the site Grind hard then you shine hard Poppin' Percs like they Tylenol Thirty shots in that nina raw Light this bitch up like a shooting guard All heads nigga, coin toss If your nigga die then you took a loss And we keep it brief we don't f*ck with frauds We don't cuff them hoes, we just f*ck 'em all Band up, young nigga band up We f*ck em' and flee em, that's why they can't stand us Coupe with them peoples so you gave your man up f*ck her on camera, f*ck her on camera, f*ck her on camera Shout out to G, he got that pipe in the 'mera Pull up on that ho, I bet you that scare her Why (?) hip hop when I do. f*ck I mean God damn. Why is it suddenly a nigga trippin' when I do? Why everybody else can have a war, have beef within' the music, talk about differences and it's okay, it's music, it's hip-hop, it's groundbreaking. When I do it, it's war Living life but it's f*cked up Nigga subtweetin' and get f*cked up And my old bitch, she stuck up She keep textin' me, I don't wanna f*ck And I'm gone for the night, gone for the night Smokin' on strong for the night, lil bitch you grown for the night I'ma get in them thongs for the night I guess I'm wrong for the night And we smokin' on strong tonight We smokin' on strong tonight Let me drink the rest of my syrup Middle of summer on top of the paper (know that x3) Flights to LA to watch local play the Lakers Oh you mixed with Jamaican, that ass is amazin' Let's go to the teli, get poppin' like bacon Remember the nights out in Vegas Rehab on Sunday, around the time I graduated See me with Meek Mill I got plenty haters Do it myself, I don't ask for no favors No we not the same, I do this shit major Yeah, I do this shit major I'm gone
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