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Fat Trel
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Deep Thought
Smoking weed and collecting thoughts Fuck the school, the principal and the lessons taught Intellectual pussy'll put a hex on you I'm flexing with this weapon and forty Mexicans next to you Stretching in the coupe, getting drunk as shit watching juice Outside the booth feeling like 'fuck it, do you' And for real the o-head crew she'll thank the fool Cause I wrote this song when I wasn't in the right mood
Now ask any [?]'Is that hard to do?' And if they shall lie, shells fly To tell the truth, police can smell lies So Federale interrogations get no replies Voila, just got off my second high Don't be asking questions and stressing Just make like best and buy And if not, get the fuck on And there's no days off, so we fuck on
Cooling in the board room Daydreaming on how I'm 'a be winning the awards soon Wasn't born with a silver spoon So I had to get up and get it living with war wounds Bitch I got a hundred stories like old folks That'd get you high a hundred stories like old dope And I really don't remember my first sell But it was either bread and [?]or some old soup
And that o-head came back with a straight face Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Like I was straight up telling him old jokes And the moral of that story was Joker must be joking cause he smoked it so that's old coke Fuck it, nigga, you got got, we all do You ain't my clientele and you act like I called you Fucking dykes, bitches, something slight, newport lights My bitches rolling like them stolen motor bikes And [?]he damn near smoked them for that ice Now either we're pathetic, or they just too polite No matter whatever, we ain't regretting this life Staring down that Beretta make me wanna do this shit twice Like fuck these niggas Lil Wayne voice Hit a body fresh out that Bugatti Lil Wayne toy Motherfucker raw dog motherfuck a rubber Never love a Pimp C crusher on top of the cover
She fix me supper then she roll over top of my brother And since he's strong, he's gonna put her out I'll call a lover I remember straight jam with a little pucker Hustling all night while them suckers tricking on them cluckers I'm a million dollar nigga, you don't know it yet Signing on that dotted line, bunch of fools blowing checks Feelings is 'fuck 'em,' I'm [?]the o-heads next I'm in the game like the ref, endless text
Look at me now, I'm still down, I'm still scheming And shawty keep them bitches screaming, word to Willy Beaman First I thought I was dreaming 'til I open my eyes [?]on my phone, I remember her singing Mafia music and we riding like mafias to it Moonshine fluid got 'em killing how mafias do it Take a bite out of life, bitch, there's no loans Biting sour apples got her twitching through her iPhone
Started off in MySpace, ended up in my home All my bitches old, all I tell them hoes is I'm grown I know a lot of rich folks smoking law school loud Fuck you think I'm in it for? Skinny dipping with pretty women, swimming and living Bitches you kidding, I'm interested in tripling the digits Get it and gone over everything it's on my arm It's P and Shaun and I think I'm Teflon Don
A mile on from king of diamonds and I bomb Woke up to her cooking in my kitchen like she my mom And disappointed my mother when I was high, mom I spit hot fire, Dylan
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