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And we stopped sippin' Tris' so it's back to the Wock' now So we back to the Wock' We stopped sippin' Tris' so it's back to the Wock' now Yeah, we stopped sippin' Tris', so we back to that Wock' now Only money orders coming right out my compound And I pop on that pill and I geek Swear to God, with that purple, I feast Had to smack me away with that leash In my mind, I just wanted some peace And I roll wit' the demons by three We can pour four right inside of that two Baby girl, right there, slow motion Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin' I'm on that err, I'm on that E Fast pace, my motion Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh Play wit' the potion Forty-one almond, my wrist lookin' freeze And my bitch by my sidе and she know that I'm tipsy Yeah, I'm livin' the sweet life, but not wit' the tip Now I'm hatin' my life, 'cause this shit gettin' sticky And you think that I got it, but still, I feel empty Lost sight of my vision, I know you resent me And I flex on my opps, 'cause this shit, it get heavy This is a Plain Jane, boy, it get hectic Step on her, I want my big tall R.I.P for a kid, phone Rockin' that diamond, that piss stone I can't do drugs, I get pissed off She take that dick like a I slide up in it like Servin' that pussy like, bit-la-bong Price on ya head, lil bruh, ya gone Yeah, big .40 wit' a thick shorty and you know how I'm rollin', damn My lil' bean like sensu beans, but fuck it, man, we ain't goin', uh Shakin' nervous when ya next to me 'Cause I'm off the drugs and I'm coastin' And the pills small like a sesame seed, but this shit got me floatin' And the pills small like a sesame seed, but this— got me floatin' And the pills small like a—, but it fuckin' got me Let's go We can pour four right inside of that two Baby girl, right there, slow motion Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin' I'm on that err, I'm on that E Fast pace, my motion Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh Play wit' the potion We can pour four right inside of that two Baby girl, right there, slow motion Arch on yo' back, get on ya knees, ha, fuck it, you boastin' I'm on that err, I'm on that E Fast pace, my motion Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh Play wit' the potion
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