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landlordloco – 392 lyrics

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pull up in a 392 sitting low
all you smell is za when i open the door
got bags for the cheap on the passenger floor
i got what you need from the highs to the lows
this quagen im sipping got me moving slow
i’m itching and scratching and clearing my throat
and dropping cigar ashes all on my clothes
while counting and thumbing through this bankroll
pull up in a 392 sitting low
all you smell is za when i open the door
got bags for the cheap on the passenger floor
i got what you need from the highs to the lows
this quagen im sipping got me moving slow
i’m itching and scratching and clearing my throat
and dropping cigar ashes all on my clothes
while counting and thumbing through this bankroll

i’m not serving nothing that’s less than a bow
you wanna smoke good you gone pay a lil more
but if you’n care then it’s for 8 a bow of og
and 5 for the p of the lows
whatever you want shid i got it fasho
my trap looking like the inside of the store
but it’s always open that b+tch never close
cause somebody there while i’m gone on the road
popping my sh+t out of state at these shows
and f+cking on lil pretty thick ass hoes
that say i’m too handsome to be a assh0l+
but they know i’m lit and this sh+t on the floor
just look at these diamonds they shining fasho
& thinking you slimey a get you exposed
try touching a diamond i’m sn+tching yo soul
you know i ain’t lying i up ima blow
pull up in a 392 sitting low
all you smell is za when i open the door
got bags for the cheap on the passenger floor
i got what you need from the highs to the lows
this quagen im sipping got me moving slow
i’m itching and scratching and clearing my throat
and dropping cigar ashes all on my clothes
while counting and thumbing through this bankroll
pull up in a 392 sitting low
all you smell is za when i open the door
got bags for the cheap on the passenger floor
i got what you need from the highs to the lows
this quagen im sipping got me moving slow
i’m itching and scratching and clearing my throat
and dropping cigar ashes all on my clothes
while counting and thumbing through this bankroll



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