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goldyard - get your weight up lyrics

[hook: in-doe & a.t]
hundreds go, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up
hundreds go, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up
we do it big, get your weight up

[verse 1: a.t]
lott’a green, codeine, caps and stems, dmt
ain’t my thing but the oc make you feel so good, make you od
cocaine by the oz, getting f-cked up to the whole key
the american dream or og
on a mission but they know me
loud as f-ck, make the speakers bleed
see what we’re sayin’ in 7d
tryin to stay off the f-ckin’ street
with in-doe and a pound of weed
gone, sippin’ on
fat booty chick that i’m grippin’ on
tried to get it in with the adderall
then the ecstasy wouldn’t matter at all
gone, trippin’
that’s how we’re livin’
mj like a motherf-cker
we ain’t even seen pimpin’
missed the l, my wholesale
like i’m a couple m-th-rf-ckin’ [?]
gonna go chill in a hotel
and the whole d-mn time i’ma smoke well

[hook]

[verse 2: in-doe]
i roll up, i hop out
i roll up, i smoke out
n-gg-s gon’ run they mouth
b-tches gon’ use they mouth
in and out, in and out
when i come, bring a cloud
makin’ money, money piles
makin’ money, f-ck a pound
got kilos, amigo
they leak though, bandito
make movies, tarantino
do it big, big, big, gambino
i pour up to black out
we squad up, that mac out
we ball out, we stack [?]
we low-key, no trap-house
in and out, in and out
overstates, puffin’ loud
rippin’ crowds
new -ss-holes get l-ssoed when we tear it down (goldyard)
enough with the games, we smokin’ up planes
they keepin’ it plain, we keep it creative
we been to decatur with drugs on our brains

[hook]

[verse 3: jarren benton]
yeah, i’m on a jedi mind trip
last night had your hoe blowin’ my d-ck
act up n-gg-, n-gg-‘s open my sh-t
pop the trunk, leave a n-gg- brain blown in this b-tch
sippin’ on schlitz malt liquor, thoughts sicker
telepathic pimp, i could talk with ya’
have a hoe selling p-ssy
spit game to your mama next week
put her out then i walk with ya’
walk in them stores
high as f-ck, feel like i’m walking on mars
tan -ss boots, get to poppin’ these bars
i’ll rip the f-cking roof off the top of your car
yea, come in br-ss knuckle bitten’
i’ll saulder my semi get the [?]
smoke a ‘gar, singin’, finger flickin’ ash on my linen
if the p-ssy ripe then you can have the cash in my denim
yeah, f-ck hip-hop, got two kids hoe, need big guap
remember when i couldn’t afford the sh-t i bit lost
now i’m tryn’a put stones in my f-ckin’ wristw-tch
semi-automatic when this sh-t gets hot
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s die slow, kid rock
f-ck ya’ll, lick c-ck, albert hitchc-ck
1-2 to the eye, tic-toc don’t stop

[hook]

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