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borleone - pot lyrics

[intro]
skrrt skrrt, skrrt

[chorus]
borleone back in the traphouse
i could turn four to an eight now
i get them pounds from the bay now
run in your trap, it’s a shake down
put the fork right there on the pot, ayy
i was on the block, trappin’ crack
servin’ j’s, young n-gga get a big knot

[verse]
walk in the trap with them big racks
you steal from my stash, you get hit with this big knot
servin’ the p’s and young n-gga need two racks
i’m on the block and i trap where the crack at
you on the block and you trap where the rats at
empty the forty, young n-gga need all that
no face, no case, no, 12 can’t solve that
i’m k!llin’ a witness, whoever who saw that
shippin’ them p’s from east to west
them junkies they love me, that drop the best
need my money, i ain’t givin’ no tester
sippin’ that lean and i get it from texas
servin’ my auntie, i pull off in tesla
f-ckin’ that b-tch and she comin’ with extra
shootin’ that thirty, it’s comin’ with extra
got shot five times, i ain’t learn my lesson
came with my gang, i ain’t come with no extra
homicide, young lu stay with an effort
i serve my auntie, i serve my best friend
that n-gga don’t shoot, that n-gga, he tellin’
i’m shootin’ at these n-ggas like i was stephen
my young nigas on the block slimin’ for nothin’
i’m sippin’ on wock’, i ain’t sippin’ on ‘tussin
my brother got 50, he way up in tucson

- borleone lyrics

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