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Sol Lacore

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I had a dream i was rich
So I woke up and roll me a blunt
And went chase me A bag
Can't leave wit out fire
On church no lie
If he try like he high
He get pop like a tag
Let dat shit ride like tav
Or uber or lyft or a cab
Excuse me wait
Dats just the tab talking
Money calling here the bag talking
Count racks and I hit my dance onem
Jack who bihh I put dat fan onem
Open ya face like can homie
Repeat dat shit f*ck
Was you saying homie
Grown asf niggas ain't playing
Swimming wit sharks and barracuda
Niggas be snakes like medusa aye
Kuz um number one big kahuna
Roll another wood still floatin
Twelve just pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud
Look at drip whole fit like a flood
Cartier frame no smudge
If she don't give brain Ion budge
You did great but you need practice
Three five hitten like cassius klay
Um to fire didn't need matches aye
Keep fire any nigga might crash today
How I stepppin I'm fitted I'm fresh
Hmm
Good pussy equal no stress
On my head like a halo she blessed
Uno dos tres racks
Blues gimme denero
Gold on my body like pharoah
She get da point like arrow
She let me slam pussy like I'm eddie gurero
Aye stop texaco fill my tank
Remeber broke days pockets blank
Now i keep ben frank in da bank
Pardon me i'll spark da heat
Slide for free if you nervous can't ride with me
Am i fucking dat bitch probably
Ion choose cuz im chose yea obviously
Big drip stevo tellem how we do it fratt
Fresh fit stick on me
Doa finished dat Aye
Smoking on za like jamaica
I need to grow me a acre
I'm tryna ball like a laker
Head shot I'll give you a taper
Kickin dis shit like in labor
You do it big dis a major
We bout dem pesos yea paper
I fill blunt up with ature
Bitch check da sauce and da flavor
I still got love for a hater
Still don't do favors
Yea yea yea yea yea
I'm in dis Bitch getting blowed
He trap but he never had a bo's
I chase dat check not hoes
I'll pull homicide for my bros
Za got me stuck my mode
Um strapped at all my shows
Guaranteed to let dat biih blow
I just smoke two woodz um on mars
It's hard to stay awake
They glamorous the money and cars
It's hard to stay away
Yea nigga made it this far
Haters can't celebrate
I should gone regulate
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even these niggas Aye
Still in the mud
Make look good
Nigga stay fresh
No stress
Seem like I'm bless
I ain't been in bama like six years
I been cali nun like da Wes
Two huned five
I ain't saving no bitch or no thot
Still keep it pimpin true
Hole in my heart no feelings
Rip brandon rip arron true
Fresh out da city church
I just post bail wit my esa
Oh her some rackey's
Cause I keep it on me like arms
Getcha ass stretch
Smoke like a ashtray
Aim dat bihh dat way
Shoot like I'm petway
Either your life or your bitch
SVL slum lyfe buissness
You get lost like city olympus
Bad bitch poppin dat pussy
While you count dat money
Sauce so drip um stuntin
Count dis grip tryna get at least hunned
Keep thumbin
Kick my shit still puntin
Blue face cemetery pockets so haunted
Aye aye aye
Tie your shoe and
Quit trippen bout f*ck shit
My niggas touch shit
Dpc thug Shit
Slide and we dust shit
Snooze and we hush shit
Nigga no questions
Only suggestions
Aye aye aye
Keep yo glock and be ready to bust it
Bullets be hot like they came out the oven
Yea yea yea yea
Talking my shit
Bad lil bitch wanna suck on this dick
Yea Yea
Um to legit
Mc hammer I keep strap
It's aint in my lap
It's in my hand
Bitch um the man
Bitch im
Let dat biih
Let dat biih
I'll let dat biih
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea

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