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Apex Wes

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In the fruity loops session
We was pressing pharmaceutical
Im sorry bout the things I said
And everting i do to you
I bullet proof computers in the studio
Needa booje bitch wit stupid hips
That shit is beautiful

In the office,
Chopping up the block inside my cubicle
I really went to school wit residue under my cuticles
And if i gotta prove i ain't no bitch
I'm down to shoot at you
And if they kill me
Better smoke a P up at the funeral

Put promethazine in my casket
In heaven witta double cup
I fell asleep in mathematics
And i still get to adding up
I got the key to the palace
A different room for everyone
I might not be the most technical
But at least i'm passionate

I take my people to mexico
Margarita by my gun
I wanna roll up the texaco
Only pressure ashing blunts
Been smoking too much
Can't remember what i had for lunch
Been coping wit mud
Told my bitch i think had enough

I came to make a sale
Maintain ya health
Never drain ya wealth
I can't never fail
Recoup every time i fell
Came into the game making waves
Like a killer whale
Get the weight
Make another play off the digit scale

Spit a hook,
Good weed all that i inhale
Roll a wood,
Wash em off they ain't never stale
Spit a hook,
Living good i been doing well
I been moving different
Cuz i think them people on my trail

Paranoid in the studio i spit the holly grail
Get em cooked, leave em shook
We ain't playing fair
Get em jugged
Bro booked they ain't give em bail
(They ain't give em bail)

Bought a crib, off the grid
That shit common sense
Brought a stick,
The brand new lama wit the stock equipped
Caught a brick,
Plug from Watts but he not a crip
Call ya bitch
She was sucking dick

Bought a crib, off the grid
That shit common sense
Brought a stick,
The brand new lama wit the stock equipped
Caught a brick,
Plug from Watts but he not a crip
Call ya bitch
She was sucking dick

In the fruity loops session
We was pressing pharmaceutical
Im sorry bout the things I said
And everting i do to you
I bullet proof computers in the studio
Needa booje bitch wit stupid hips
That shit is beautiful

In the office,
Chopping up the block inside my cubicle
I really went to school wit residue under my cuticles
And if i gotta prove i ain't no bitch
I'm down to shoot at you
And if they kill me
Better smoke a P up at the funeral

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