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Album: Big Papa

Blunt To My Lip

ey pemenhehebeh mane
EEYA GO

MANE...that nigga been standin down there in tha same god damn spot slangin dat shit fo da las' fo' fi' days.

WIT DA SAME CLOTHES ON...AIT NENVENEN BE NEE HGTIOME YET!!!

iaitnevne think so, i wonder if he smokin or sellin dat shit, he gotta me smokin'a sno'tin somethin. he had to be smokin'uh sno'tin somethin (NAW) aint gon be up fo da las fo fi days

I HEARD HE SHOT SOMEBODEH MAANNNEE

FORRELKAL!?

yeah folroealrea he peoraoblem cane ben goh home..

yeahhh you know lil watch from compton been missin too i think that the nigga he been frontin his moneh too

THIS WHY EDA PAOCLCIE BEEN RIDIN AROUDNS AO AHARD..

Blunt to my lips
Gun on my hip
Rocks in my socks
Pocket fulla chips
Watchin fo da pigs
Splittin hataz wigs
Packin me some grib
Playa can ya dig? (x2)

Project Pat, a nigga, that's down for his crown mane. If ya ass step, Im'a be downtown mane. Fourth floor bow mane, das if i get caught mane. Push me to da edge, so it really aint ma fault mane. See I gotta die mane, so dont even try mane. Enemies gon' bleed once i let these bullets fly mane, mama gonna cry mane, i like to get high mane, niggas passin plates snortin line after line mane, i gots ta get mine mane, robin was the crime mane, let a nigga deal but i done serve ma time mane, put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane, slang some'uh dis dope in tha street on my ride mane, see i aint a foo' mane, fuck listenin to you mane, why you in my grill and you know we aint cool mane, project aint a duck man, see i know whats up mane, get up off my dick like a mothafuckin slut mane.

Blunt to my lips
Gun on my hip
Rocks in my socks
Pocket fulla chips
Watchin fo da pigs
Splittin hataz wigs
Packin me some grib
Playa can ya dig? (x2)

Where i'm from mane aint no sun shine with tha shine, on a dogs ass if his ass dont get on a grind. doin time, helped a nigga out, to clear up my head. used to have a shade in the light by my bed, it was said i was in the bed workin in tha street, but tha street is the only thing i see payin me, collin key, fuck servin deals rockin to da shake, slangin guns slangin tvs mane im tryna mate. all i can my nigga joe while im at a hoes house, get her drunk take her to da back, put dick in her mouf. be tha front, dont unlock my nig turn tha radio, pull tha car up in tha yard cleanin out tha hoe. you should know that a burglary really aint fo me, i just got out tha tentiory tryna get on my feet, get hta cheese off tha merchandise when in bought a deal, nigga please you say you dont steal ima keep it real

Blunt to my lips
Gun on my hip
Rocks in my socks
Pocket fulla chips
Watchin fo da pigs
Splittin hataz wigs
Packin me some grib
Playa can ya dig? (x2)

Hataz like to get a playa twisted in dis bullshittah, a gang spittah, im also a wig splitta, yo ass gettah shot up by tha nine milluh, yo capa drilla when fuckin wit a real nigga, tha chrome trigga should regulate a pump quickah, the bullet hitcha, im zone off that brown liquah, you need ta get cha nose out a niggas biz, quit spreadin rumaz like a mothafuckin punk bitch, my trunk is tha bed fo a kidnap victim, hollow point hit dem, put out my gun yo howd you get dem? off in tha era, becuase you came to me in error, dont wanna scare ya, say you tha mane fo tha terror, i know these pullets pop yo shit off lika a melon, lets bust it up fuck man who you tellin? its armageddon in north memphis crack we sellin, you pass me da potent weed is what they yellin

Blunt to my lips
Gun on my hip
Rocks in my socks
Pocket fulla chips
Watchin fo da pigs
Splittin hataz wigs
Packin me some grib
Playa can ya dig? (x2)

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