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Nappy Roots
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No Idea
Rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay Serve light, bud light, wide tops then hoes say '60′s, bang it, I don't shoot, I slang it '30′s, Pablo, no thanks, just hanging Shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up My blunts catching on fire, damn it, I see red drugs My eyes may be rolling but damn me, I'm holy I'm just outside my body, that's some shit I ain't controlling Damn, I think I'm hit, man down, mayday Damn, I'm drunk as hell, I could tell it must be payday Bootleg, Billy Four, '93 octane Smoking on that green crack, sipping lean, quit cocaine Boom, that's a tummy ache, tomorrow I'm gonna vomit Tonight I'm gonna talk shit then hit the streets and run it My date look astonished, I'm just paying homage Told her love me now 'cause when I come down I plummet
We mobbing, wiping, San Diego, we charging 90 all the way to Boston, fuck the laws, we dodging Steve Austin, six milli', dead presidential, hood presidential Hotter than fresh chilly, we conjure out here Billy Oh really, oh mighty, Lord have mercy, make this worthy 16 bars and flawless verses, ride the wave, don't fight it Roll it up then light it, mean look but I'm excited Kick a bad bitch that go both ways, you know a partner's invited Vacation, vacation, two bad broads in one location One in the cut, one on deck, I keep 'em in rotation Ovation, outstanding, higher the plane I'm landing These haters wanna see us crash and burn These motherfuckers can't stand me In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I'm fucking paid Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I bust a great just like your head, spontaneous, no planning Call the law, I dare you, we hit the bitch, you murder Live ain't fair but don't blame us, it sucks, nobody ain't tell you
Yeah, I'm so high I could skydive off the moon Mister big hit fuck off your afternoon I got a bag of shrooms and a hoe to suck me like a vacuum do I'm so off I should rap inside a padded room Fuck you and your faggot goons Badabing, badaboom, kick the fucking scabs off the wound I told that bitch I'm making hip hop back there Shit ain't there, I just took the bitch out of tune Yeah, nigga, million dollar craft, in a U plane, call it Gorbachev Any minute, bitch, we gonna orbit off And if the pussy smell bad then my dick gonna solve Word to my nigga skinny as scales We put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell The grim reaper of rap, I'm a send him to hell And you the type of nigga that'll stick his dick in the mail I am too cool for these niggas Can go on all day, never change, nigga Get dough, tryna stack my bread up To the point... adios when I'm out the bitch coochie Fuck it... I talk to myself 'cause these niggas all fake Reptilian, I bet these niggas all snakes We gonna get cake Fuck it, let these niggas all hate
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