Lyrics:
wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Smoke One Spark It Up Like a Bandook (Gun)
Puff Puff Now Send On a 1-2
Arre Bhai Tun Ho Na Hai Hum Ko (Ay brother I wanna get buzzed)
All’em Haters
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
feeling like a billion
I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out
Take a puff and it's up and away we go
Put some pimp shit on my radio
edit, the journalists won't sweat it
Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic
I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live it
Come and get it!
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
of peasants, rewind the edits backwards
Live gats pulled right where them cats stood
In black hoods, rolling backwoods and holding raps good
Rap calisthenics,
by in the the the drop
I puff puff the trees
So fuck fuck the cops
See I woke up layin' in the blood of the beat
And I just killed studios with bars
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll
eight J's
[Hook]
Smoke a pound of herb a day and yo
keep the peace with the weed and hash
puff puff give, puff puff give, if I'm hard to find take two
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
big
Don't really give a fuck about shit
So long I have money at the crib
Puff on my shit
I only live to get big
Don't really give a fuck about shit
So
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
niggas, they shoot
Give a fuck 'bout the loot (yeah)
Let me tell you the truth
I don't do this for loot
She came for a root, she came by the twos
Got a bag
explode your game
Blake be hard when I spray the bar
Jump on the mic
Get strung like a bass guitar
Chase the art till I make my mark
While the crews chop
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
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