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letra de no type (remix) - tree

(intro)
tree, it’s that tree mix
‘ey know how it do
follow me in all this sh-t
we got do this sh-t
three pot homies, three pot

(hook)
i ain’t got no tyoe
whether og or that sour, it all make me feel right
i don’t got no wife
but i keep a couple b-tches comin’ ova gettin’ pipe
i just need a life
i’ll roll a couple doubies in raw paper just right
i just work by night
another day, i swear, you can have her for life

(verse)
the crew be drinkin’ jamo, my juvi speakin’ lango
keep me outta django, many old school popsie want kango
folks be grindin’ hard and he cr-ppin’ cards
couple pints of lean, doors that keep the bars
i just copped seven, put me on loud
said aye man i’m deem in on that shevel
silk ye head big zevvel (tree)
n-gg-s know my name, bought my money, f-ck a thing
i got twin b-tches, stay the same
makin’ places when they came
aaaah

(verse 2)
week-ends we spend in miami, wake up with tisha and tammy (couple of o’s)
sit around smokin’ pijamis, what else to do in miami?
rollin’ the weed in the lambi, the traffic was lil bit jammy
i hope you got whole lot of emmy, these n-gg-s shootin’ banany
you bed’ not run out with kenneth, you can smoke like the cannabis
we gettin’ money, we gettin’ money, you can get none of this
these b-tches swear that they sell a bit, this how they sellin’? irrelevant
she gettin’ drunk off that dot, we gettin’ down on that medicine

- tree

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