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letra de weed 4 the low - king lil g

[verse 1: king lil g]
yeah, i slide through in that benzo (all white)
everybody knowing it’s official
my clic tatted up, hoes be acting up – b-tch, get a hold of my pistol
i dedicate it to the rivals
ain’t no really telling what i might do
this the kind of sh-t i like to vibe to
smoke weed if you’d like to
i’m west coasting ’til i’m overdosing
smoking the potent i hold in my lungs
b-tches getting my undivided attention
did i mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk
blue bandana even though i’m cold blooded
self-provoked, that’s my l.a. cuz
and my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta
notorious, man i’m ready to die
tiffany, she don’t f-ck with me, tell alexis said she was in love with me
ak4-7 company, we came from nothing to luxury
like blah!

[chorus: king lil g]
i got the weed for the low, i get the weed for the low (i got it)
come f-ck with me on the low, come f-ck with me on the low (f-ck with it)
i get the weed for the low, i get the weed for the low (i got it)
come f-ck with me on the low, come f-ck with me on the low (f-ck with it)

[verse 2: l.a. gun smoke]
you got a gun, but ain’t using it
why the f-ck you act like you shooting sh-t?
you ain’t got no plugs, you ain’t moving bricks
i made my point, you ain’t moving sh-t
f-ck you know about a prison term? i lived and learned it
f-ck what you heard about prison murders
f-ck what you heard about my clic, we murderers
ak47, boy pack a burner
where the f-ck you from? i probably know all your big homies
i give you a number to contact, you call it… and see if they know me
i’m smoking that k!lla, i’m selling that k!lla
i’m getting that sh-t by the o-z
you fake and you f-ck with the police
fool, why you be fronting? boy, you ain’t no k!lla

[chorus: king lil g]
i got the weed for the low, i get the weed for the low (for the low)
come f-ck with me on the low, come f-ck with me on the low (on the low)
i get the weed for the low, i get the weed for the low (i get it)
come f-ck with me on the low, come f-ck with me on the low (f-ck with it)

[verse 3: self provoked]
a bone in the motherf-cking west side
where they g-ngb-ng and they got the pretty model chicks with the b00bs and they thick thighs
all right, let’s write
late night, no alarm we the late time
catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, b-tch you know that i take mine
yo
we are the elohem [?] if you cashed out right then i can trust in you
but if you tell me lies i’ma contribute to the same old thing that could’ve ended you
tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and i ain’t real centered
i remain with the same crew
venom shoot through veins, when i’m on the same page [?]
i’m angel, with a devilish grin
let me tell you a little something about the message i give
[?]
my mom, my pops, my blood, [?] take it all in
mom striked the bong on july twenty third
here i am, crazy minded, about to blow superb
dismiss common sense, i don’t think like you
critic my minds and what the f-ck you do
on a high note, i will rep it ’til the sun blows and the world’s dark and still
ain’t here to prove to anyone that i got sk!ll
do what i got to do, f-ck how you feel
side hustles just to get me by and now i’m thinking bigger
company sh-t with h-lla big figures
barely back [?] game into my name
so i swig my liquor, run it

- king lil g

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