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It's like the jungle or the rainforest Could've ducked the smoke, but you stayed for it Check me out I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner pouring Wocky Your girl is cooked to order, she get Your girl is cooked to order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimy Gs like My generation grimy Gs did the most And if I got the factory thing, what I need with the Ghost? Don't smoke with Brodie, he gon' leave with your roach Tia and Tamera, twin Gleeks in one coat Body anything that won't funk on the dead guys I know plenty Crips that hit the yard and held they head high And I heard they freed Smokey number one Shoutout my brothers too, I'm not his only Shoutout my brothers too, I'm not his only son I got it on me, I'm not lonely if I was Don't approach me or I'ma smoke them lil' buds I can't go if I'm the only trophy in the club Guess I'm not in the spirit Man, I seen your paperwork, so buddy, I don't wanna hear it Letras de cancionesThat's on Grimey, I'ma gas with every lyric They say life is hard, you ask me, it's been terrific And we still clicking on Smith ands (Perfect) I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner pouring wocky Your girl is cooked to order, she get Your girl is cooked to order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimy Gs like My generation grimy Gs did the most And if I, before I cross you, I'll draw some lines in the sand (Lines in the sand) Where's Infinite? I guess I'm high in demand Just tear it off because I need mine in advance (Mine in advance) Don't get caught up following no trend 'Cause if Lil Cudi catch you, you gon' end up swallowin' a Smith (Swallowin' a Smith) I tried my best to leave my problems in a ditch (Problems in a ditch) Damn, that was my dawg until he Damn, that was my dawg until he Damn, that was my dawg until he switched And I been screamin' at the coach like, "nigga, take me off the bench" (Take me off the bench) Please be careful, ain't no safety on this shit (No safety on this Glock) Gee willikers, we just modified a chop (We just modified a chop) You're broke, thinking that it's my problem and it's not (And it's not) Never did I just argue with a bum (With a bum) If only we just started at the top (At the top) You gon' see me pickin' up my gun (My gun) Before you see me wringin' out a mop I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner pourin' Wocky Your girl is cooked to order, she get Your girl is cooked to order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimy Gs like My generation grimy Gs, did the most and if I Your girl is cooked to order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimy Gs like From Letras Mania