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VOICES IN MY HEAD
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I take a pull from the chicken from the Swishers that we lickin'
Layin' low up in that Caddy, steady dippin', now we pimpin'
Fuck a buster player hater, ain't no love when we chief
Now when the smoke is in the air, now take a seat, relax like a player
Blowin' heavy on that dope, full of smoke from that mean green shit
Tanqueray up in my system, got me doin' some devil shit
My eyes are bloodshot red, I'm hearin' them voices in my fuckin' head
Juvenilะต penitentiary, drive-by, Alizรฉ, wะต smoke that B-U-D
Clean as hell as we ride in that Caddy, tilt it to the side
Blowin' indo smoke under the sky behind the cherry chin
Rollin', finna go smoke on them bows, fuck them player hater hoes
Break 'em off, bitch, before I click, just hold a moment, though
Takin' shotgun through my nose, it's on fire, my eyes are closed
As I cough and choke up off that dope, this weed has got me 'noid
Spooked from the po-po's, you better run
We rollin' and smokin' and chokin', blowin' dope, no joke
We got nothin' better to do but smoke, smoke clouds dealin' the ride
Can't get outside, 'cause the windows rolled up tight
So we can get higher than high, smokin' a zip, I'm sprung
Blowin' guns after guns, sippin' on some dry gin
And bought a fifth of Rรฉmy Martin on a campaign
Fuck champagne, I'm drinkin' on some Crown Royal
Playin' so good luck and smoke games, the only way to maintain
Eyes bloodshot red, about to close as I inhale smoke through my nose
Bouncin' the ride as we pullin' up on these shake junt hoes
Player haters; they sure gon' hate it
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Was the sun beamin' out on my forehead as I'm layin' in the bed
With no threads on my back, full of that Yak from last night
After conin' no pure after 12 a.m. in the mornin', so a nigga was jonin'
I'm spooked out, and scopin' the scenery, wonderin', will they hit tonight?
Them boys in blue and white, you know I keep my shoes laced tight
Make a block or two, destination; no one knows
As I hear a sound on my window, junkies chasin' bolos with a case full of bricks
With my hand on my best friend, finger on trigger
Hammer back, clip in, Billy kills, never slippin' (never slippin')
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