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mc tree g - nothing like the sun lyrics

[intro]
what?
go
go
soul trap man
go

[verse 1: tree]
i never got to visit any campus
(naw)
road trips got the cooler in the camper
keep the reefer amped up
(loud)
my whole visa stamped up
my verse at least a gram but
b+tches be jammed up in the two+seater
bend it on the tour where our of town n+ggas stunting
the fact i don’t own it don’t matter now
six hundreds
doo rag swag
360, two glad bags
sticky [?]
bad intentions you mad
me in mentions and then i might just respond
i’m curious where you’re from
incredible how i dibble and dabble with everyone
from thе projects
brothers who happy to see the sun
up thе nine straight
you get your mind straight
came home he’s looking back in ’98
type of n+gga that know every model that nine make
speaking og wisdom you get with time man
tree
[chorus: tree]
popping off in georgia with this one ho
yeah
grinding, raf in my gold rope
shining on these n+ggas back in ’04
(d+mn)
man it ain’t nothing like the sun though
homie coming home got one more
(one more)
got another, a marine on his fourth tour
sh+t
wrote me said a lot of sh+t i don’t know
but man it ain’t nothing like the sun though

[verse 2: roc marciano]
body after body
(body)
pop the shotty rock the cloth wally
dark bacardi sipping
switching pimpings
sticking chickens getting shipments
wrists is glistening
let’s get it cl!cking
slip the clip in
it’s crippling
liquid trickling, i’m tripping
the wheel i’m gripping feel like william griffin
for real i’m different
(different)
the business pimp it
b+tch i’m the template
special olympics
eccentric
whip the bank from here to french slip
smooth like
move right or remove your ice
on a cool night
bite
under the moonlight
pulling capers
the crib is sp+cious
your sh+t is tasteless
expensive bracelets
different races
white red, yellow
hold the metal like a cello
bellow, push your sombrero
up like a cigarillo
star+studded
car cut it
a hard bucket plus a star budget
my sh+t was like eleven hundred
n+gga
[chorus: tree]
popping off in georgia with this one ho
yeah
grinding, raf in my gold rope
shining on these n+ggas back in ’04
(d+mn)
man it ain’t nothing like the sun though
homie coming home got one more
(one more)
got another, a marine on his fourth tour
sh+t
wrote me said a lot of sh+t i don’t know
but man it ain’t nothing like the sun though

- mc tree g lyrics

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