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Sandlot

 

Sandlot


Yeah, go dummy, Kyle

With my brothers from day one in that sandlot
We was whippin up' Ps, moving up the chicken 'cause them bands hot (Hot, hot)
'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot (No more)
It put me in a dead shock, couldn't be that up in that jail block (Slatt, yeah)
Gone in the wind, we ain't catch his ass, so we spinning again
My pockets getting swole, eating spinach again, these niggas be cap on my chinny-chin-chin
And off that lean, when I sip once, I be on that slow mode
And my shooters like a green light, you know they on go mode

Came in from the bottom, new girl, she a model
Percs and the X, I done been through some 'script bottles
All that ass, she should've been a strip model
She throw it back, you know I make the bitch holler
Big ass Benz, so you know I got the big dollars
Fuck these hoes with all of these sick problems
I know you ain't acting boujee, bitch
'Member when you was giving head for like six dollars
Brand new car, brand new whip
We could wait, get pink slips
You don't gotta like me, just respect my drip
With Mel and Jimmy its like field trips
Don't answer me when you pissed off
Don't fuck with me, you get flipped off
Like a edit, boy, you get clipped off
On my neck, she left a bunch of lip gloss

With my brothers from day one in that sandlot (The sandlot)
We was whippin up' Ps, moving up the chicken 'cause them bands hot (Yeah-ah-ah-ah)
'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot (Hot, hot, hot)
It put me in a dead shock (Dead shot-ot-ot), couldn't be that up in that jail block (Brr, brr, slatt, yeah)
Gone in the wind, we ain't catch his ass, so we spinning again
My pockets getting swole, eating spinach again, these niggas be cap on my chinny-chin-chin
And off that lean, when I sip once, I be on that slow mode
And my shooters like a green light, yeah, they on go mode
With my brothers from day one in that sandlot
We was whippin up' Ps, moving up the chicken 'cause them bands hot
'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot
It put me in a dead shock, couldn't be that up in that jail block

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