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617
by Poppin JQ
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Six One Seven I said boss, Six One Seven I said
Six One Seven I step hard, Six One Seven I step
Six One Seven I sell y'all, Six One Seven I sell
Six One Seven I bet y'all, Six One Seven I bet
Six One Seven I said boss, live like a king
Six One Seven I step hard, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I sell y'all, a bunch of fiends
Six One Seven I bet y'all, ain't built like me
Nobody want smoke nobody
I just rolled four blunts more I.V
Eight ball pocket in the corner I called it
Place your bets I'll raise em' bish sure been plotting
Mind heavy more bottles I opened get drowned in
Lost Shelly Rogue options go Telly get popping
No Chevy CRV get paranoid cocky
Ride around Beantown I'm lit with my posse
Passed Fenway got green loud sip Monster No ID
Sniffed cocaine not leaned out bish talkin' bout Molly
Popped several said not me, just Valium like Oxi
Shroomed out no visine seen Citgo Like I'm high G
Had more drank four five least
Stop by the Bank TD Garden green
Smoke collard greens, T caught it three
Need Mama Goos Scarlet possibly
Got hunnid proof, slaughter beats, rolling up, bob and weave
Don't talk to me bish On your knees
Won't bother me bish swallow please
Six One Seven I said boss, live like a king
Six One Seven I step hard, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I sell y'all, a bunch of fiends
Six One Seven I bet y'all, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I said boss, Six One Seven I said
Six One Seven I step hard, Six One Seven I step
Six One Seven I sell y'all, Six One Seven I sell
Six One Seven I bet y'all, Six One Seven I bet
Half truth, you lied stay solid clean
All black, boots fly puff a Mild bean
Cough ash, sip smile who high as me
Pop Add, new vibe Valium Vicodin
Bitches love to thank you, I don't invite in
I guess I tried to save you, and then you spite my hand
You better talk to Jueze cuz poppin plots events
You shouldn't fuck with JQ cuz poppin got some friends
But I'll just a pop xan hit up Winthrop private Benz
Realist in it here, highest there coke by the mirror
Six One Seven I said boss, Six One Seven I said
Six One Seven I step hard, Six One Seven I step
Six One Seven I sell y'all, Six One Seven I sell
Six One Seven I bet y'all, Six One Seven I bet
Six One Seven I said boss, live like a king
Six One Seven I step hard, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I sell y'all, a bunch of fiends
Six One Seven I bet y'all, ain't built like me
Nobody want smoke nobody
I just rolled four blunts more I.V
Eight ball pocket in the corner I called it
Place your bets I'll raise em' bish sure been plotting
Mind heavy more bottles I opened get drowned in
Lost Shelly Rogue options go Telly get popping
No Chevy CRV get paranoid cocky
Ride around Beantown I'm lit with my posse
Passed Fenway got green loud sip Monster No ID
Sniffed cocaine not leaned out bish talkin' bout Molly
Popped several said not me, just Valium like Oxi
Shroomed out no visine seen Citgo Like I'm high G
Had more drank four five least
Stop by the Bank TD Garden green
Smoke collard greens, T caught it three
Need Mama Goos Scarlet possibly
Got hunnid proof, slaughter beats, rolling up, bob and weave
Don't talk to me bish On your knees
Won't bother me bish swallow please
Six One Seven I said boss, live like a king
Six One Seven I step hard, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I sell y'all, a bunch of fiends
Six One Seven I bet y'all, ain't built like me
Six One Seven I said boss, Six One Seven I said
Six One Seven I step hard, Six One Seven I step
Six One Seven I sell y'all, Six One Seven I sell
Six One Seven I bet y'all, Six One Seven I bet
Half truth, you lied stay solid clean
All black, boots fly puff a Mild bean
Cough ash, sip smile who high as me
Pop Add, new vibe Valium Vicodin
Bitches love to thank you, I don't invite in
I guess I tried to save you, and then you spite my hand
You better talk to Jueze cuz poppin plots events
You shouldn't fuck with JQ cuz poppin got some friends
But I'll just a pop xan hit up Winthrop private Benz
Realist in it here, highest there coke by the mirror