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• Written by yngBlake
at the board blues and bubba feeling blunted
Mix a buck and feel the booming by the sub's
appeal the drumming
Cop a zip, running opposite from where
the oppers is,
My lines as a hot as in the summer with
Some vodka on the rocks and shit,
You coulda asked me for the obvious accomplishments
I got my eye on top of the populace,
Seeking safety in my knowledge not the objects
You lying with,
Reliance in the wealth I see the eye of
enlightenment
Three times I invite him in
These guys got 8 minds like the spider limbs,
Fake as the pyrite on his right
don't try to slip
You tried and hit a wall,
Need some guidance or a vikodyn,
Trip and fall, out of season,
It's decided bitch
I'm non compliant with the rules or writings ,
Im just riding in
Prescribed for truth I truly do deserve the
Right to win
This righteous shit has got my mind at
Eiffel tower height I'm fighting it
Scary as them nights when
mike was carrying his knife with him
They hear, man I know they fear me
Staying near me case I break the fucking
Roof, tornado tearing up the truth swear
I'm bearing on the booth, spittle
Hairy till my tooth is aching, boobs and bacon
Mixing poop up with some ninco taking shots,
Blunt is lit, keep my lips a little hot,
Keep the bottle tipped, till the top is
Trickling a drop,
Ain't stopping for the cops, or my pops
Getting stack it in a case, hit the lock
Props to the bitches
Sitting on your asses got the gold switching missions
Coldest emissions
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yngBlake
Member since June 10 2014