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[Aug. 27th, 2015|12:46 pm] |
I don't like to share my drugs
Cause all these niggas wanna smoke my bud
Don't nobody have no fuckin' money
They laugh at jokes, ha ha, they think this shit is funny
But ain't nothin' funny at all
I had to make a hundred thousand before fall
I got niggas tryna kick me out my house
I got niggas in the trap like a mouse
I had to swerve on em', I had to swerve
Whats the word on them? What's the word?
So can I swerve on em'? Can I swerve?
I had to swerve on em', I had to swerve
Now I'm bout to fly outta town
I'll be back in September when it's brown
On the leaves but I'll still have that green
I mean my friends kinda know what I mean
We be gettin' fuckin' drunk all the time now
I be tryna be in the high times now
On the front cover with my fuckin' dojer
I play games bitch I'm PlayStation controller
So let me swerve on em', so let me swerve |
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