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100 Joints (20 Joints Part 2)

 

100 Joints (20 Joints Part 2)

(アルバム: Russ Bufalino: The Quiet Don - 2020)


I'm riding, smoking, I live by the ocean
A peacoat filled with cash, I ain't boasting
I touchdown
I used to rock a duck tail
Learned how to milk a bitch to make a drug sale
You ever seen a million dollars in cash?
Made a right on Eddy no more ho's in the trap
All zombies in the TL
Even though I miss the block I love the retail
In a S650 no CL
I'm on track, ain't no way they gonna derail
When you see bern it's a light show
Hella bags I light fire like a pyro
Keep your gun clean, it's a cold world
I just chucked a hundred thousand atta old girl
Real Bay shit, I miss North Beach
Late night, riding round, 4 deep

A hundred joints since number twenty
Many bitches, crazy money
If you smoke I hope it's from me
Selling dope in other countries
A hundred joints since number twenty
Many bitches, crazy money
If you smoke I hope it's from me
Selling dope in other countries

I'm moving different, they laugh when they tripping
My north face cover the glock, I'm not slipping
The bitch just brought me the bag, I'm not pimping
The AP covered in rocks, the watch glisten
I'm on a the bay bridge, start a side show
Now I'm on one trying to race 5-0
We smoke real tough where the fish scale
They wanna shop with me, where's the big scale?
[?] used to be a little longer
The bitch call me daddy, I'm not a father
Dirty water, I'm a fog city champ
Put a new Cookie piece on everyone in my camp
Top down compound look like a batcave
Mind gone, I've been living in a rat race
8 gram joints to the face
I've been smoking all day for the taste

A hundred joints since number twenty
Many bitches, crazy money
If you smoke I hope it's from me
Selling dope in other countries
A hundred joints since number twenty
Many bitches, crazy money
If you smoke I hope it's from me
Selling dope in other countries

Real Bay Area mane
I just smoked some shit that took me all the way back
RIP to the Jack
A hundred joints since number twenty
I need some air man, this motherfucker smoked out
Twenty joints, part two
A hundred joints since number twenty
Shout out to Dunce
Frisco, yeah

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