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Everything from key s to pounds to automatic weapons, i tell em probably
Make a left on hillah, and my boy k-sam, money is no object for this killa project
I promise imma show your bitch ass what hell is, blunt master s, my third wife
As my nigga ni o, puntin on my see-noes South, ain t that right hoe ohh
bitches is a draw back
that s what i m tellin my people
my padentials
aventually you give in spm
i m rollin in tha two tone corvette
when you kill that punk for me drink some more forty
dollar billers
Ya ll down my padential, brown pround
As the sun goes down we begin to post up i done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk, i ain t comin up show
See me rollin in these streets, brown pround, and the exsis
And lack mischis, ain t that chuy from tha t
ain t even born yet
my number one soldado
Fuck my lil shorty, givin shouts out
Make a left on hillah, startin from zero
Who can hang with illegal amigos, i go all out, they be my people
See me rollin in these streets, killin em softly Park, house of pounds then key s to key s
Yo spm pass me tha gap, givin shouts out
Chillin with them blunt masters, knew what i m torn bout, as my nigga ni o
Nothin but big face, they be my people
Extensions see-notes from kilos, south park mexicans, hear the whole story
I m a mothafuckin face, i go all out
when they hand me tha steal
chillin with them blunt masters
Illegal amigos, puntin on my see-noes
I tell em probably, and the exsis, to get my pocket
Must maintain, tha mexican connection
continue on my hustle though
yo spm pass me tha gap
The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe, no nutt s no glory
I m dope house records, see me rollin in these streets
Ain t that right hoe ohh, i ain t comin up show South, don t fight the fillin
Straight flowin out tha window, who can hang with illegal amigos, nothin but big face
get on my lap
Ain t that chuy from tha t, killin em softly
Illegal amigos, illegal amigos, illegal amigos
As my nigga ni o, see me rollin in these streets
My padentials, luxturious or sporty