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lync lone - 10blunts lyrics

[verse 1: lync lone]
uh, breaking the pack down
all of you f-ckers is whack now
all of my b-tches is bad now
i’m never flexing my cash out
i gotta get to the guap and start chasing the money
them pills was hurtin’ my tummy
feeling so bummy
feeling so sc-mmy
feeling the feeling i’m usually loving
uh, pot smoke, one toke
feel gross, feel toasted
one blunt, one stog
one joint, ten toes down
i get, too high
on the, regular
i need, like 10 blunts
to get my head on level
uh, smoking the gas pack
hatchback, ride and floor it
uh, b-tch i will tap that
this application is not in stores
uh, puffin on wax wax
full blast f-ck my flaws
uh, you need the maps app
i know locations of any wh0r-s
uh, poppin a tab, i laugh
i take that slab and i’m g-ssed
i f-ck one more thot then p-ss
i duck one more cop f-ck badges
tote that sh-t that i’m stashin’
blow that hoe from the back and
dip out get some more cash and
flip out b-tch, i’m attacking

[verse 2: lil xelly]
it’s lil xrr came wit bags and
i know i post with the mac 10
i know they hate that i’m flashin’
they can’t relate cause i’m cashin’
uh, yea, they can’t relate cause i’m cashin’
aye, they wanna f-ck with the b-st-rd
they know i love that cash money
shawty throw that -ss on me
know i been gettin’ sh-t
know i been kickin’ sh-t
and you on that kid sh-t
i’m on that hit a l!ck sh-t
i’m on that whip a brick sh-t
i’m on that shoot a clip sh-t
ex’s, and o’s
[?]
rari, and rovers
f-ck up the road
aye, pull up lil xelly he doing the dash
two pockets full when i count up the cash
you ain’t first, my n-gga, you last
you ain’t nice, lil n-gga, you -ss
xrr! xrr!
yea, yea, yea

- lync lone lyrics

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