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letra de ol’ throwaway #aye - p-$tain

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(and she cut the sandwich into little triangles)

took your baby mamma, now she packing my lunch

chicken getting stuffed, she even cutting the crust

if i see them eyeing, then i’m touching the b-tt

let’em know it’s mine, i ain’t keeping it hush

i got money and the wraps, coming through with the blunts

know we smoking too fast, but it’s the love that’s the rush

i could be your brady, my lady, we can make up a bunch

baby-love them too much and never give them enough

now you packing their lunch

and you drive them to school, cause’ they good for the bus

watch’em grow up, they’ll probably know better than us

30 years later, never ask for too much

30 years later and she still packing my lunch

thank, god

yeah

nancy reagan

love ya

(f–k. f–k. f–k. sh-t.)

(guns point down, how do i shoot at this angle)

(uh)

i just mind my ps and qs and i master my wizardry

never gave a thought or wondered if you feeling me

cause’ if not, that’s your fault. your loss

i split those funds at no cost

i’m an old dog

it’s too late to reach out, i turn my phone off

if it’s a phone call i won’t answer it

don’t look for where a camera is

we them damaged kids

somehow we did all the damaging

who you hanging with

i see how you play by who you playing with

mixing potions with potions

it’s not the drug, it’s the dosage

limit your portions

i’m dozing

i’m zoning in and out of focus

man go now, before i hit you with the mango

man go down, when you fighting with rambo

things turn around, how the other side of the table

guns point down, how do i shoot at this angle

uh

- p tain

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