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Yea, yo, Jack Dnyce sup boy They know we mafia boy I think they know what this is Yea Niggas hold it down from Chi-Town to Baton Rouge Any nigga come with that Mob sound could never lose Off a quarter pound it all sounds incredible I can hold it in but its better if I tell you bout Flat black 7-1 everything electric yo Just cause I traffic don't mean I expect you to I'm in the streets where it's all about respect you know Triple-stack Styrofoam damn its hard to let it go Windows up medicating next to Highway Patrol I don't give a fuck with the steel clutched I'm on the move Yea that's the shit that you go through soon Lean on my vocal tone (?) Stacks so big ain't supposed to fold Posters on the wall in every home they very known Whoever thought this crime shit could carry on Might seem scary from a place you gotta carry chrome 36 lights shine bright on these cherry clones Headed down the 101 thinking bout the miles I drove Could last forever when everybody's mouths are closed But if you telling grab the gasoline douse your clothes Letras de cancionesToss a match watch you burn till all doubts removed When we're gone it must be crazy You must think about me baby You must dream about me baby The dope strands that I've seen lately So dope won't go off of my mind Just jumped 2 states damn am I high Just dumped 2 K's (?) nigga driveway No service on my cell boy I'm up in the hills I brought paper with me shit I got the hundred forreals I'm from the Yae (?) Dark pink soda I don't need no purp Yea these factory stones on my Roley are nice I'm on the hype late night we don't lower the price I'm running shit, I just ordered more lights (?) we love the drought when it come around We keep weight my name buzzing in another town Baby say she want it raw, I'm loaded I just want the dome You bought a choker-chain homie I just bought a home We wash cash in cold water (?) Race the police when we see the lights flashing I hope I'm high when I pass I'm out flexing in the UK Suitcase full of new strains Smoking good is just a way of life You lost a whole box you better make it right 13 pocket full of Nade I had to take a flight Look I'm on like I hit a whole plate of white They must be crazy if they take (?) When we're gone it must be crazy You must think about me baby You must dream about me baby The dope strands that I've seen lately So dope won't go off of my mind Just jumped 2 states damn am I high Just dumped 2 K's (?) a nigga driveway [Verse 3: Dnyce] When we're gone it must be crazy You must think about me baby You must dream about me baby The dope strands that I've seen lately So dope won't go off of my mind Just jumped 2 states damn am I high Just dumped 2 K's (?) a nigga driveway From Letras Mania