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The circle right now is making dollars
Euros, pounds, they all for me to get
I know I'ma die young so I'ma enjoy what's left, aye
The fun has barely
born like this
Het was die peki haar goal dus moet ik blijven zitten in the mix
Set me me up
Get me up
Fall again in this bitch
En Nu ben ik weer
to the titty
Feeling washed by the city detire
Swine turn to prison food for desire
To watch field niggas spoil and expire die by whip
Death or dept
by your hips and thighs
Definitely your lips and eyes
Them chicks can slide
They tryin' to be all in the mix
Your girlfriend ballin' a 6,
Ounce of love is all I need
To fly with an angel
While the dealers die for it
The kush burn like bullets, both I'm chasin' the green
I'm
life
Some of em had to cry (Had to cry)
But some of us had to try
Had to try or die, die, yeah, yeah
Well, some of us live for real
Some of us knows
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
Testify if you stood the test of time
Hit rewind cause ya'll need to be reminded
By design they started us from behind
Lines crossed I bossed up
When
No No No
No No No
No No No No
No No No
No No No
No No No No
Money and women don't mix fosho
when I was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's
is you
Young and overeducated sung a ton of blues
Now single women that come in twos get you comfortable
Mix the ganja with the whisky get you
The society I came from ain't right (no it ain't right)
I ain't tryna die young so I ride with one
Every soldier came on earth with an army gun (big
I see there's pain ya eyes
Mix some lean with some sprite
Morphine wit some ice
See the sunrise
Say you don't Die
Tried like 5 times
Not just by
Dwight
I mix the dirty sprite with Fanta I'm the type a guy
Pretty bitches in my dm tell em make a line
Chasin after all this paper till the day I die
watched the dope game
Destroy some thangs
Then I watched it breath life again
I watched my partner go to jail come home and die
My other partner pumped his
curse is now my gift
Secrets die with me that's as deep as the abyss
That is no coincidence
When I was in the mix
Opened up your nose like I'm
a Crip thing
Do or die, Atlantic Drive, that's what I am talking about
Jigga happy trigger, finger straight taking niggas out
?Roamin'? and jet
?As
baller like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming cock-a-doodle-doo fuckers
Coke by
kill me on my block but they been moving stupid
I'm just a young nigga tryna make it rags to riches
I know I'm young but mama taught me not to trust
cold
My homeboy said he'll die bout that code (he'll die)
18 shit we'll die by that code (we'll die)
18 shit we'll ride by that code (we'll ride)
Talkin
the Raq is a gift
Watching the time passing me by
I swear I can hear every tick
Live in the Chi they think you'll die before you reach your twenty fifth
I'm
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
We were young sippin cool aid by the beach side
Mix it with some rum yeah baby know how we ride
Never on my mind always by my side
And if you ever
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