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letra de tiwas dream - 1400huncho and 1400gas

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“a go f-ck with my brother casper
new mixtape out now
if you ain’t heard that sh-t
you probably should
if i ain’t f-cked yo b-tch
i probably could
ya heard me?
go bump that sh-t
go f-ck with us
we on the way up
money team”

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin
i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

free my brother casper bro!

ayo frenchie f-ck em up

i-i-i got pink ip in my cup
ain’t talking pink whitney

off the acid while she stripping down
i’m seeing three titties

i’m riding in that f-cking beamer
it’s a three fifty
pop the tires now the car on fire
but i keep drifting

my laptop filled with mp3’s
and bank logs

kept on hearing voices
cut my ears off with a chainsaw

casper got a black eye
cuz i hit him with a baseball
i be whipping sh-t up in the kitchen
like i shake salt

i know that don’t makе sense don’t give a f-ck though

whеn i’m cutting off yo throat
i call it cut throat

heard you got a pound of weed
i pull up with a truck load

caught a movie with my girl and got some head up in the front row

i light the blunt up in a temple
my brody selling out in the uk
but he call that sh-t some petrol

chinese b-tch
she cooking fried rice with the egg rolls

my junkie can’t be happy
‘till he take another meth bowl

eh
bryson off the bars
so i just took his back pack

fifty f-cking racks
no boy you can’t get that back
i know you robbed me
i was high though

i put that f-cking pistol to ya head
and pull the trigger leave you mind blown

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

i’ma rob my cuzzin

sippin wok and tussin

p-p-purple in my cup
i’m moving slower than a painter

had to call the reaper
cuz he thought he’d gotten famous

reaching for the skies
and asking god if hes the maker

bag the ounce of cocaine
then i sell it to the mayor

i’m about my bread and bout my lettuce just like i’m a vegan (bread!)

shawty wanna ride the boat ain’t worried about the seamen

i just popped 2 different percs, and now i’m feeling like a demon

seen brysons got a neckalce, i take it then i beat him

homie got locked up cuz of three different robberies

if i catch gas
i’ma shoot him where he’s ought to be

smoking on propane
but a n0body as exotic as me

homie selling sticks

(selling what?)

just like he picked trapping hockey

white boy, they thinkin flexicution

i’ma k!ll the beat, this an execution

got sticks round me like a revolution

had to check my brother out the institution

well the problems clear with no 1 solution
this a new year make some resolutions
they like my music, getting rested to it
i’f i didn’t produce it get to restitution

disrespect’ll get an ex to shooting

know he dead, but his head was moving

dead body laying all in my vision

gotta ask myself what was i doing

what was my contribution

i’m the star, and ain’t no substitution

alcohol to give the busses movement

everytime i take more than one

i wake up in public looking f-cking stupid

- 1400huncho and 1400gas

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