Biopic
Don G
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She brought blunts from Calabasas said that I should smoke some Hotboxing is my bad habit baby soak until the smoke gone Or yo lungs low slowing down yo blood flow Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4 Did it for the music he thinking he don't know no more I ain't got no green rings for'em I ain't got no friends that close What you think gone happen when you give all that power to ghost He gone back on next season and the reason cuz them numbers lows Besos new John Stamos cuz he know how to keep charts on flow I den made this money wit out flapping in my bills bitch Press the button on the sit back once I pay them bills bitch Got yo Auntie in Humvee got her popping pills quick 7:30 in the am tryna get to work lit Cause she some back pain Working in this factory Then put her in the bed frame When she come home back to me Said her life she hate it, it's too basic Look what these hoes doing Stripping the wood all naked then she face it Yea that tree'll do it Faking little bitch you too complacent I know how y'all do it Get adjacent Then I mix this Remy wit her spinal fluid 223s and the gang gone bust and yo bitch can't match my fly nigga Brody up the way and pole gone touch whoever my eye spy nigga Days one they gone slide wit us Big drums when they ride wit us Drake and K, in whip wit the bae She steady that bitch and fire niggas On the edge and the only nigga on call Blow green good while I watch clouds fall Looking up like nigga why the sky black But the tar in my lungs prolly did that All Tyson for a nigga like Mike back Banging on his rib cage right where the lock at Told that nigga that I'm coming right back And if I cut his hands off he still better fight back I be moving like a 18-wheeler All my kills confirmed bitch I'm a certified killer And he better get his bitch before I throw her in mixer Cuz i don't know what's gone happen when the gang start fucking wit her Crazy these clowns call me bro but they ain't no real fam to me If bang right up the way they ain't gone come and blam wit me Only call and hit you when it's benefit they really need That's fine wit me, a mil cost way more when split individually And please don't pull up on the gang trying to Get it cracking I up the 22 and you shook He ain't seen no action He could throw them shells from Tampa just like he was Tom Terrific Vest gone catch them shells too tall in Cleveland like Joe Jurevicius (Ooo that was off the dome nigga!)
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