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Og datings not them eagle [?] Can't be compared to them fisher price riders Blowing endo, smoke in the face of outsiders I remember being broke, I did not like it Now we all on top, this shit live sided In the presence of g's, baby can't hide it She fit [?] It's already been decided Before even the [?] She was familiar with my concept We were eachother's conquest, or so I guessed I get dressed and back on my bizness Discussing jets on nose, in my chilling clothes But in my grind mode, really though, here we go Making my rounds, riding my [?] Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack Get low, get low Would you believe this legal crack Ah, we ain't never gonna die homes Too motherfucking live for them Rat [?] Eyes on them On the thing, catching cases is my iphone Feel my eyes low, it's safe to say I'm stoned Reefer through your speakers in this song that I'm on Letras de cancionesRiding [?] My bitch no dead as a shit I get a stash and I spend it, light up and do it again Making my rounds, riding my [?] Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack Get low, get low Would you believe this legal crack Yo, legal doses of cooked up, coke up bout my [?] We fold that chronic tree, you slim that dope or you make that coke cook [?] Smoke the green, corn bread, right out the pan [?] From the city where the younging like fuck police [?] It's jones baby better get your freaks 500 horses, mind drifted on porsche shit [?] Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it [?] Lames catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto Making my rounds, riding my [?] Checking my traps, counting my g's ducking these rats Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch Got it for [?] Would you believe this legal crack Get low, get low Would you believe this legal crack. From Letras Mania