Jesse Pinkman
Ali
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You a piece of shit what you gonna do? When all you wanna do is fucking smoke a blunt or two When all you wanna do is loosen up a couple brews Guzzle em up and then I'm feeling so dysfunctional 99 my mama brought out a fiend Fast forward couple years on the block copping green I'll sell them drugs to your kids and they better keep it discrete Indecency over cowards awaken demons in me now I'm your parents worst nightmare Brown boy tripping LSD up at that school fair Where his mama and his papa get this fucker out of here He's passing blotters around and then passing bottles to peers now Mind state of copping a Benz I put my anchor in a bitch like she Tomi Lauren Newsflash you gassed and I'm running with your juice Couple screws up in my head that fucking booze had gotten loose All my homies they be knowing when I pull up right outside I be out to cop a sesh apocalypse until I die I'm here to corrupt the youth This wire cutting it loose I'll swallow it so the cops can all hear me taking duce now! When I say Jesse You say Pinkman Walk into your crib with my weed still stinking People all in awe asking me what I be thinking Money on my mind right beside the fucking drinking When I say Jesse You say Pinkman Walk into your crib with my weed still stinking People all in awe asking me what I be thinking Money on my mind right beside the fucking drinking I'm waking up in the morning I need a bit of a buzz I hit my homie right after who got the illest of bud I smoke it up and pour some Hennesey right into my cup So I can stay intoxicated for the hours to come I hit your bitch up right after and she be asking for much But I don't blame her cause she say that you the lamest of fucks Homie I'll take her for lunch While I be blazing a dutch See I be wasting this pussy it's so amazing and such The only car that I'm copping is only one that I stole And just for kicks I'm crashing it up into pole See I ain't got no damn license to be this fucking cold But my word is my bond only truth that I've told I'm suck of fuckers arguing and shit Bout who got the hottest bars who be bossing like a bitch I give a f*ck bout your issues I'm tryna stack my peso Greedy since I was day old Roll that weed in that eightfold Rip your head off like Kato Mortal Kombat don't say no You a pussy if you don't I see you tryna lay low I give a f*ck bout your feelings I be tryna raise my cash Tryna see just how much longer till I'm breaking fucking bad BITCH When I say Jesse You say Pinkman Walk into your crib with my weed still stinking People all in awe asking me what I be thinking Money on my mind right beside the fucking drinking When I say Jesse You say Pinkman Walk into your crib with my weed still stinking People all in awe asking me what I be thinking Money on my mind right beside the fucking drinking
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