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letra de 4/20 - lil tee (mastermind!)

[intro]
‘bout to smoke out an ounce to the face
it’s 4/20, if it wasn’t, bet i’ll still be smoking—give a f-ck ‘bout a date (eugh)

[verse 1]
‘bout to smoke out an ounce to the face
it’s 4/20, if it wasn’t, bet i’ll still be smoking—give a f-ck ‘bout a date (eugh)
it’s a shame it ain’t legal in each of the states
i still trap it and smoke it, as if i dont care about a case
i smoke the finest og, it’s shipped in from la
i don’t smoke on no reggie or smoke on no shake (nah, b-tch)
when i wake, start my day with a fine wake and bake
i got the munchies, i’m hungry
i whip up eggs and a steak
some oj and some og in me, life is great
thc is in me so i vibe with the beat
smoking weed is a need for me, ain’t no debate
concentrates—they be bubbling up, just like me
and, on me, used to blow through a pound in a week
had to slow down on the trapping; the cops was on me
they stole money from me—thirteen hundred from me
wasn’t trippin’, they even sn-tched up all my weed
fine og and they smoked it, they didn’t fine me
i won’t say sh-t, so do not identify me
do not f-ck with police ‘cause a strap in my jeans (bltrr)
bet a pack in my jeans—i rap as a hobby
i’m mr. mosby: “do not run in my lobby”
cook it up, whip it up just like hibachi
and i got the check, i ain’t wearing huraches
and i’m fully confident, no, i’m not c-cky
i reload the pistol, hit the clip, then i c-ck it (bltrr)
and i am the plug; you lil’ n-ggas the socket (b-tch)
i dunk the lil’ bottle, then smoke out the socket
and n-ggas who lame say that i’m out of pocket
but then ask for bands that came from the same pocket, they flodgin’ (huh, bltrr)
if i shoot a bullet, they dodge it
i like to rap, but i still get melodic
she said that she likes when i harmonize melodies (what?)
[verse 2]
i’m the big dog—you lil’ n-ggas can’t belly me (grr)
you n-ggas actors; i call you bill bellamy
i know some n-ggas who just caught a felony
can not f-ck with you if you tryna tell on me
police pulled me over and i had a scale on me
luckily, my lawyer granting me fantasies
even my motherf-cking lawyer a fan of me
she heard my raps and said that you’re outstanding, tee
i already know that; granny says i’m mvp
it ain’t no wonder these lil’ n-ggas always do envy me
friend of me—no, these n-ggas not the friend of me
try to be friends, but then turn to the enemy
you can not hit my blunt or feel my energy
if it’s “f-ck you,” i’ll tax you—i won’t sell it ten a g
the cops can not stop lil tee from flipping on a p
and i ain’t no gangster, but, n-gga, i’ve been a g

[outro]
huh, yeah
n-gga, i’ve been a g
huh, huh
n-gga, i’ve been a g
huh, yeah
n-gga, i’ve been a g
(eugh, ah-ah, eugh)

- lil tee mastermind

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