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One time for the camp mane Im'a gone do my damn thing
Surrounded by my homies spraying all this fucking champaign
Ayo this the life Aww Man
Charged me this crime its so organized keeping my haters so mortified
Aint nothing sweet over here black hoodie gang
Keep people around like they covert I talk nothing just lean back
Tell when the team back they confiscated all of yo green backs
Easy Street Im working you see me I knood prolly
Grinding to the gristle this not you're average hobby
Lotta sacrifies them mental vices the worst in life then.
Fuck poverty aint that provety
Doctor please give me some soup Im ill as fuck
Hoodie tucked arizona pour it up half a eight don't spill the cup
Jolly Rancher fuck the flavor all of the above mixed up mixed it up
He passed the cup did you just throw up in my car
Hoe ass witcho hoe ass witcho hoes
Bitch ass witcho bitch ass witcho bitch ass
The blacker the hoodie you know its the gang
Know its a jet cause we landed them planes
Barely can function aint striving for fame glory's my only autherier motive
Carry the weight of the world on my shoulders my mind is corroding
I think Im a fallen soldier I think Im a fallen soldier
CUC Man Down
Hoe ass witcho hoes ass bitch ass witcho bitch ass
They color me fickle then tickle me pink
Watch what you doing let spill in the sink
Back to the subject Im often in public vamping them swishers
Im prolly dos equies just moving them packages walking in silence
Keep a young shooter we call em lil Poodie
Talking and boasting he pulling the Ruger witcho bitch ass
Hoes witcho hoe ass bitch ass witcho bitch ass