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Singer:wifisfuneral
posin' for the why i gotta stop it
back to back wit' all my cane enable tip
but i could never cross my brothers and my bloodline ain't no bitch
i was crusin' through the six
hundred racks ashley twins
i was ripped right off the rip
left his soul out in the wind
i bet you never see him again
who that boy right there? a bitch
that must be the drink talkin'
now i'm still the same fuckin'-
drop it down like like that
damnit i know that you know that feelin'
cuts on my wrist from the cuban when it's gleemin' hoe
cuts on my wrist from the cuban when you see it
two sticks in my system when i ride
i just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
that boy claim he hate me
i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
two sticks in my system when i ride
i just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
that boy claim he hate me
i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
baby i'm still talkin' to the dead no no ouija
two pills got me lifted up
rest in peace to my nigga paps
we used to ride around with the semi tucked
seein' all the blood in my eye
cut the real from the fake
like claim me when it's smoke but i'm outside he don't see me
i just put some inside my juice
i just count these racks and smoke all ops
and i gotta aim till the deadman shoot
you couldn't walk inside of my shoes
two sticks in my system when i ride
i just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
that boy claim he hate me
i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
two sticks in my system when i ride
i just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
that boy claim he hate me
i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime