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Bongobirch

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I pour the lean so dark, it look like Crown Royal
And my shooters got my back, yeah I know they loyal
My lean is tinted, my windows tinted
I put more codeine in my Sprite, just so I could sip it
I got this pistol on my hip, I would not attempt it
And I don't ever leave a witness, I can't be convicted
That xanny really got me, passed out in the Bentley backseat
Got all of my shooters behind me,
F*ck 12 cuz I know they can't find me
Trust God cuz' I know that he guide me,
I put the dough in my cul-de-sac
I know you been dissing I notice that
I jumped off the porch and I made a stack
You fumbled the ball when you took a sack
And my bitch is badder than Livvy Dunne
I still keep my chop when I'm on the run
And don't get me wrong, it's a heavy gun
I bust at my opps, what I do for fun
And don't let me find where you stay at
I'm sending bullets where you lay at
If I don't hit first I get payback
Want smoke?
Shut up and just say that
Yuh, shut up and just say that
I got drunk and forgot where the Wraith at
Bongobirch write a check then erase it
When you got that kind of money why waste it
I'm on the freeway I don't know where I'm headed
Show me the block bongobirch is gon wet it
Give me the wap bitch don't give me no Fetty
I come back to Rock and they throwing confetti
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload
Cookin the dope I been using the pyrex
Got them a warrant but I knew to hide it
Ride in the jet yeah I'm talking the private
Little Rock Geyer Springs you can't survive it
F*ck if I'm right or wrong,
Got shooters in the car, wanna ride along?
And f*ck 12, it's martial law
We can run it back like Marshall Faulk
I put an ounce of the dope in the crock pot
I'm still whippin the bowl when the block hot
When I was young I survived off of hot pockets
Brand new whip no roof I'ma drop top it
Back on my grind, and no you cannot stop it
I stretch out the dope when I re-rock it
I'm spending my money still make profit
No shots, just a hundred corks poppin
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload

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