a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de part 2 (bmsn1) - l!l ev!l

part 2 (bmsn1) lyrics
[verse]
green cut and stacked like tree lumberjacks
sold chronic so strong that the weed’s double bagged
gs puff on that
these blunts so packed that fiends coming back ‘cause they need what i have
receive funds in hand ’til i get three hundred grand
keep money wrapped up in these rubber bands
if [?] busted down and police shut the fan, you’ll go through withdrawals like the machine does at banks
thieves wanna blag on a street hustling swag
steal drugs in mask and seal guns in straps
[?], skunk or hash
it will be [?] to ash
breathe up the gas ’til each lung’s collapsed
please just relax
we blaze the thc from the wax
heat up the dabs
meet plugs with cash
re-up the stash
make fantasies reality, a dream doesn’t last
sealed up the bags as the smell hit me
i could tell that these grams were twelve-fifty
and they’ll sell quickly to man who’s dealt with me
no joke, blow smoke when i pass the l swiftly
piff that we sold here
shifted some more gear
counting cash in [?] drinking a cold beer
pigs on patrol near
split ’til the coast clear
made more money in a month than you did in a whole year
we’re copping one ounce from the plug’s house
dropping runs ‘round on the drug routes
‘cause the funds count
it’s all in my bout
if you need weed, then call me up now
pounds of star dog in jars stocked
we aren’t talkin’ features when we say get some bars copped
try break in the place and have the yard robbed, you ain’t makin’ an escape from the guard dog
we try save up some papes with some large wads, stashed away in the safe with the alarm locked
one day we’ll have a barn bought, acres of land, recreational plans to farm crops
ain’t a prize we’ll start off
when it’s legalized, weed supply, yeah, we’d supply in our shops
yelling gs smell the weed when we spark pot
pick out the stems and seeds
get the cigar chopped
hard stop, when i heard the sirens, i ran
won’t see my arms caught inside of the van for buying a gram
if the price is a grand, i’ll supply the demand so i can try and expand the retirement plan
back when i was twelve, i was lighting ls, while i felt my mind excel to a higher realm
mary jane’s the kind of girl you buy and sell
clientele doing time in jail behind a cell
i’m reclined and chilled, so fried i melt
i can scent it by the smell, jesus, weed is fine as well
just look at my face now, more sp-ced out than orion’s belt
mama told me that smoking k!lls
i know it will but i’m toking still so just chill
all this weed here got me folding bills
and it ain’t over ’til i sold a mil for real

- ll evl

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS