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Drunk Guitar (Remix)
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Potter Payper
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Legendury Beatz Eyes all red, I'm still alright Kush from kway, take me sky high You ain't been high before You ain't been high before Dem boy there inform Getting these racks in bulk Don't you disturb Getting these racks in bulk See I get it my way So nobody cannot come in my lane So many guys wanna take my place Pay no mind I could never be fazed Now you could never catch me smoking lemon haze Turn up all night cah we grinding all-day Messing wit da money, yeah someone's gotta pay You can never be gang, lil' n***a you's a lame I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang Messing with the money then your messing with the plan I hope that you know that's a no, no, uh Somethin' gotta go, go I don't know her but she suckin' up the gang, uh She love the money, loving up the man Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze On a weekday we still get turnt Just went tape with nine of my G's Now we in the members with nine lightees So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah Spent your budget on LV Dark shades you can't read my next move, nah I can read your eyes, you are an intruder Wait for me, I shot the informer Free smoke, man ah casual smoker Wild west ting, got it in my holster Amiri's side, drop it with my body warmer Boogeyman, bro been a body snatcher Not Maggie Simpson or Maggie Thatcher Colt .45 have you veggie pasta (Uh) Pull in the Casper smellin' ganja Big drip on me like Tobi pastor Free money, still the man, trust, still a gangsta She got skin like Amber, caramel gold When she back it up on me, it never gets old (Never) You ain't gotta' choose what you chose Still smooth with the bros I got food for your nose I ain't losin' it, no 'Cause I lost it already and I'm immune to the roads Haha I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang Messing with the money then your messing with the plan I hope that you know that's a no, no, uh Somethin' gotta go, go I don't know her but she suckin' up the gang, uh She love the money, loving up the man Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze On a weekday we still get turnt Just went tape with nine of my G's Now we in the members with nine lightees So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah Spent your budget on LV Dark shades you can't read my next move, nah I can read your eyes, you are an intruder No ID, the squad still party And no you can't see me, I'm in VIP Not your average boy, band uh truss me Had the contraband, hidden in my jeans Ratchet parked, pack split With my brudda cash in half, plastic n***as I don't f**k with, nah Wrapped in clean, the way the tunes come hard On God They talk my name online, they don't like me Blessings on blessings, is all I see So I give thanks to the Almighty On God, hold on See last time I was at the club Ten Dom Perignon to this table Girl you don't bring nothing else all time So you better be grateful I don't know him, he ain't part of the gang Messing with the money then your messing with the plan I hope that you know that's a no, no, uh Somethin' gotta go, go I don't know her but she suckin' up the gang, uh She love the money, loving up the man Oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze On a weekday we still get turnt Just went tape with nine of my G's Now we in the members with nine lightees So many guys nuh want me succeed, nah Spent your budget on LV Dark shades you can't read my next move, nah I can read your eyes, you are an intruder
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