| You got those pretty eyes you look at me and I lose my mind |
| I think about you all the time especially when doing lines |
| I know what you're gonna say, it's hard to break with all those bad habits |
| I'm chasin' after the bunny rabbit spent all the money now I got status |
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| So smoke dope, dope fiends make me mo' greens |
| I hear mo' screams, nightmares or dreams |
| Real kills, hot pills, blood pills, cold chills |
| Hold on, you sell, if you get caught, DON'T TELL! |
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| Life in the fast lane and it might excite you by the way I'm drivin' |
| But really I'm just tryin' to stay away from all the police out here hidin' |
| Ridin' with a trunk dirty and I'm doin' one thirty and I'm really in a hurry |
| To get to the kitchen and cook this chicken like curry |
| I feel your pain, you wanted to land 'cause the forecast say snow thunders |
| Rain, sleet, and snow, I'm gettin' that dough when I'm comin' through, yo, |
| no worries |
| Michael Jackson, Dipper Vant, and killa Dr. Murray |
| Pro fo' fo', overdose, murder, involuntary |
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| So smoke dope, dope fiends make me mo' greens |
| I hear mo' screams, nightmares or dreams |
| Real kills, hot pills, blood pills, cold chills |
| Hold on, you sell, if you get caught, DON'T TELL! |
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| You hate the life that I'm livin', all that I'm givin', it ain't no stoppin' |
| But if it ain't the street then how we gon' eat or supercharge, we ain't both |
| coppin' |
| Poppin' bottles, fuck the world is our motto and all that |
| Let the dope fiends call back, baby girl me and you would just fall back |
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