Lyrics:
laffy taffy,
Diamond in the rough, but diamonds don't get ashy
Shakin' ass in Florida, yeah, she tryna keep it classy
She from Tallahassee
Yeah your man
smoke take you to a higher place
Sometimes you just need your mind erased
Let that smoke take you to a higher place
Place, Place
I'm kind of high by
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
I don't think you niggas
she gets mail
I know you don’t want no smoke
I know you don’t want no smoke
Facebook nigga gettin’ poked
Nigga we come for your throat
Shoot you in
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The forty third conviction, incarcerated in hell
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
nigga?
Look me in my eyes
Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go
What you know 'bout movin' your folks so you can handle smoke
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize, 'cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends
But in real
music ma motavation
Smoke it straight to the face wit no hesitation
Whatevers on your mind you say it
Say it
Normally I don't filter
Naw
Get wit it
Take
Free stress, free mind
Smoke another one and get high, yea
Don't worry bout the time
I just kinda need you by my side, yea
Can I call you on your phone?
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
{*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch your
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't want to die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I
everything else babe
You ain't gotta go nowhere
Verse 2:
It was a close call
But we finally made it
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You ain't too patient
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