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letra de bong r.i.p - thugz mansion

[verse 1: samworth]
drinking like i got a f-cking beef with my liver
i’ve been cheating on mary, love affair with the liqour
gotta catch a fade so my conscious runs away
slippin’
what’re you doin home alone with the lights off
trippin’
#1 goal when the sun come up
get it
half a line on the table what you sayin man
finish
moneysworth here to lay down a track
b-tches
.5s on deck keep them feeners in check
my cheque broke the bank, got dank on rotate
i’ll punch you in the mouth if you talking too loud
got hash by the pound smoke ’til we p-ss out

[verse 2: van gar v]
paint ‘bong’ on her headstone
read it and take it in, like a bongrip
rest in peace, head stoned
gone like ya zip
r.i.p; reap in power or pussy
you cowardly
i wonder how worth’s robbery went
penitentiary’s worth not even a cent
since it ain’t against the law to rap last time i remember
ain’t no hate crime
ain’t nothin’ like you jailbates cryin’
statement placed
check the date and time incase you’re faced with the gulfin flames of mine
enough of this and that, where the piece at?
i meant where’s the keith’s at?
alex green, would that be dec?
decent swishas, sweet as f-ck, or a backwoods blunt

[verse 3: samworth]
rest in peace rip it for the homies that ain’t with it
for the homies that say “i don’t smoke weed do i look like an idiot”
a little bit to me, but here smoke a little piece n
maybe achieve peace or some greater thinking
instead of sitting at home drinking
alone in your basement, how sad
you could be outside tokin n having a blast
but no, rest in pieces
east coast green, and some timber trees no leaf
t.h.c. burnin’ like a candle, but this
endo you can’t handle it
puffin nova scotian cannabis other parts they never have it
when i’m traveling, scouting for them stickity buds by bundle
when that smoke hits your brain all you hear is a clap its thunder
there is no other, put you in graves 6 feet under
r.i.p. to the young let’s take a rip fore were gone

[verse 4: van gar v]
like an old-dude lookin’ for my pension
not lookin’ for attention
old school
i’m authority, put you in detention
suspension too much to candle
no principles
gar v fly off the handle or rock off my rocker
dementia dimension
am i a c-ck blocker ‘cuz i mention your offenses
since your girl on the fence
still rock doc martin’s with steel in the heel
when the knife come out, real easy to peel skin
green skin, i’m a martian
no, i’m green ‘cuz the e and remy martin
roll around on e but my tank never empty
‘less your e is molly, only dank can tempt me
hemp? test. it’s the best kush, rest -ssured
ocean-grown kush from the western-sh-r-
weapons stored in my inventory
might write history or change the story
wrecked with a tech, reckon it get gory
put your hands up like trevor and cory

- thugz mansion

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