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(álbum: BLUNTS N BRASS MONKEY - 2014)


On my way to dro's
Rapping, rapping real slow
Got a bag full of caps
And I'm ready for the show
Rapping, repping solo
All friends turn to foe
Ask 'em all and they know
I'll biz be a pro
But they just can't hang
Always begging trying to borrow
But a homie making so many moves hard to follow
Got a bitch, and she swallowing my dick 'til it's hollow
Make a move on her, try, she will stick you like Apollo

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk
12, 12's in the trunk

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

I'm the cracka who rapping and snapping on beats
While the bass in you trunk hit you clean out you seat
You can blame it on me cause I'm all that you see
When the lights go out see that gold in my teeth
See you dissing on me but you chilling in your momma's living room begging for ends
And playing pretend
You don't get no pussy but play with your hand
Shouts out to my fans
That repping my set
I love y'all to death
Event the haters be starting to rep
Say what you wanna you nodding your head
You come to my show and you put up your hands and try to make friends
I'll spit in your face
Making a scene cause I'm running the place
Stomping you out, making the bouncers take you out
While I finish my drink, bitch

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

Got the 12's in the trunk
12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk
12, 12's in the trunk

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump
Chump, don't hit the blunt

If you ain't fucking with my set
Get the fuck out the donk
Fucking up the rotation
Cause you trying to take a bump
Now you got that coke powder on my seats, better leave
Or believe, I will throw you out the back, test me
Cops fucked my life up, slapped me with a charge
I'm not trying to see no lights flashing right behind my car
Never kick it with a narc, cause you just never know
Who follow the code
So I stay S-O-L-O

feito

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