30 Rounds

(albüm: Candy Kaine - 2016)

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Smoking dope by the pound
Whole lotta choppas they'll blow you down
Smoking gas, all this loud
So much loud, I be in the clouds
I know you ain't ready
I love counting fetti, pull up in the Chevy
Same color spaghetti
My ex on my dick, but I swerved cause you left me
Smoke green if it healthy
Been trapping so hard a nigga be sweaty
Be same color as colored jelly
Its all in my belly, I know that you smell me
My bricks in the deli
Choppa blackbery, these niggas be scary
Bitch mad if they marry
These niggas be fake like a motherfucking fairy
All of my niggas strapped up, they be, they bleeding
All my niggas shooting for no reason
I just got an AK with a 30 round drum
I remember coolin, I was coolin in the slums
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Them choppas going dumb
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Them choppas going dumb
I'm a young nigga with alot of bricks yeah
I'm a young nigga tryna get rich yeah

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