Every Other Night
YS Brazyy
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I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him I fell in love with the coke nah I fell in love with the profit I fell in love with the way that the money can't fit in my pocket Think I ball like James harden, but I pass it on John Stockton I fell asleep in a wraith and i drove into another province I could never fly commercial or first class I fly private Or I might just take a cruise ship to the islands like a pirate I might travel wit my baby in a Mercedes come n find it I might f*ck anotha lady have a baby n try to hide it I might spend about 2 weeks in a trap house it's secluded Only if you bout the gang gang and cash route you included Me and devy we was plottin we was dreamin We schemin Brand new bitch every weekend Big bro said shoot for the ceilin I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i crunch him like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Bro bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him Just need me some more I'm wit da gang n we in da trap so leave me alone Stop callin my phone momma I don't wanna come home I can never be broke again, push a pack for the low I came from a trap house to a mansion ain't nun I turn nothin somethin, blooda you know how I'm bummin I just need me some more liquor, I don't want her let my bro hit her Money moves then imma go getta, she ain't fuckin wit no broke nigga I'm wit a bitch n she kinda bad, she bad to the bone I don't need a scope nah send some bullets at ur dome I fly wit the birds just give me the word I fly wit a chrome N I really really love you but baby I ain't comin home Oh no I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i crunch him like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Bro bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him I'm smokin a quarter, we don't f*ck wit law n order I don't wanna reach in my duffle, i chip it chip like ruffles We shoot for the 4 If a nigga said he really want smoke then you know we'll give it to him Big bro told me Neva talk your convo too long Then I cannot dish it to him
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