We dont get tired
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•21 May 2023
I" dont get tired" i,m Either cooking dope or selling dope come and get it if you looking, I aint stretching though snowing on the bluff, i,m tryna catch a slope up under your house , tryna listen with a stethoscooe that gansta shit, that aint the shit you ready for how i,m coming with the drum and you would never Know I dress up like a woman and then i let it go Narco trafficante, cocaina come from México Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos I dont smile, Southside Santa rosa, had it wild coming up Didnt happen over night, took a While coming up So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light All because I aint want my pockets look like bunny ears killed a nigga, broke and ran , piss running down my leg Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connies house Out my business , learnt how to keep my partners out Sip ya tea pussy dont Knowles what you talkin bout Fresh cali, with the line that rashad cut Bought cars for my team now we all up Get out of line with my team and we all bust Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, salmonella pants hanging off my así 9 milli 38 dont make me do the hammer dance Bricks to the South, P-tro and José South 14 let the house gettin off Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn Now i,m wishing i could talk to my nigga Feds snatch Eazy, he should,ve ran I wasnt lucky i got picked up with the blam Tell the ner if it wasnt for the pussy ass boy from the start being loyal but they wasnt fam cocaine when its good it be jumping back i,m gettin 2 whole things tryna run a land When its all out war, I dont understand look a nigga in the eye if he under hand Dump a rock, get em snatched like a fucking man Hard to move bu yourself los of killer antes Wishing i could turn back set of different Hands Nothing bigger than a B, I got bigger planes I aint running up a shift yard 30 shots out the tec before it jam Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork what they doing? Satin screaming "Jason where you going?" You dont se all of these bad bitchs i got for you.
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I" dont get tired" i,m Either cooking dope or selling dope come and get it if you looking, I aint stretching though snowing on the bluff, i,m tryna catch a slope up under your house , tryna listen with a stethoscooe that gansta shit, that aint the shit you ready for how i,m coming with the drum and you would never Know I dress up like a woman and then i let it go Narco trafficante, cocaina come from México Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos I dont smile, Southside Santa rosa, had it wild coming up Didnt happen over night, took a While coming up So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light All because I aint want my pockets look like bunny ears killed a nigga, broke and ran , piss running down my leg Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connies house Out my business , learnt how to keep my partners out Sip ya tea pussy dont Knowles what you talkin bout Fresh cali, with the line that rashad cut Bought cars for my team now we all up Get out of line with my team and we all bust Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, salmonella pants hanging off my así 9 milli 38 dont make me do the hammer dance Bricks to the South, P-tro and José South 14 let the house gettin off Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn Now i,m wishing i could talk to my nigga Feds snatch Eazy, he should,ve ran I wasnt lucky i got picked up with the blam Tell the ner if it wasnt for the pussy ass boy from the start being loyal but they wasnt fam cocaine when its good it be jumping back i,m gettin 2 whole things tryna run a land When its all out war, I dont understand look a nigga in the eye if he under hand Dump a rock, get em snatched like a fucking man Hard to move bu yourself los of killer antes Wishing i could turn back set of different Hands Nothing bigger than a B, I got bigger planes I aint running up a shift yard 30 shots out the tec before it jam Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork what they doing? Satin screaming "Jason where you going?" You dont se all of these bad bitchs i got for you.
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