Brotha Lynch Hung
Secondz A Way
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| Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1 |
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(first degree):
Shit done changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
Im still givin birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavyll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
Im first muthafuckin degree, not your average,
Ill have your boulevard hoppin
Poppin off when a baller pack a package of suckin
Fuck you fuckin up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still dont listen
I...i got pot thats hot to trot, cant stop, wont stop
I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So yall go home, light the smoke, its relax time
Chorus:
Now I apologize for smoke on my mind
I been workin hard and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin in my brain
But Im seconds away from goin insane
Now I need to lift away
(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic
Shit done changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
Im still givin birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavyll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
Im first muthafuckin degree, not your average,
Ill have your boulevard hoppin
Poppin off when a baller pack a package of suckin
Fuck you fuckin up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still dont listen
I...i got pot thats hot to trot, cant stop, wont stop
I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So yall go home, light the smoke, its relax time
Chorus:
Now I apologize for smoke on my mind
I been workin hard and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin in my brain
But Im seconds away from goin insane
Now I need to lift away
(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic
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