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onym - sail - noco rewrite lyrics

this is a real hustlers theme music
b-tch sing to it!
this how you cook up some dope with no powder
just turn on off that stove and turn this sh-t up louder
tim’s golden shower
mask on my face like i’m ready to take what is yours cause it’s ours
y’all stole my stash, my charger, my trousers
so i’ll take your princesses b-tch i am bowser
f-ck super powers – no sleep i tweak
juan by my side with his go-orilla strength
i don’t watch no movies & never tv
everyone droppin’ names is just hate from the love-land
d-d-d-d-mn, someone on mulberry trappin’ again
i hear that rat finn arrested again
when n0body work they pretend they dealin’
we like to ride…
this for the ones who get naked
this for the ones who get naked
gio’s westside…
point it at me and see greatness
point it at me and see greatness
chris lost his friends
whispers to ghosts while he’s naked
eric stayin’ white cuz he be racist
but chromie i’m sayin’
i need a trap house that’s vacant
stout handing off drugs and then racing?
demons most wanted, there is a sawed off
britany b-tch drinks less than my boy chad ocobok
jt got that kia, at least untill friday
our county is larimer, don’t take that sh-t lightly
it’s hatetown and foco
gangsters, surdaniels
and a couple who stand all alone called nortanials
puddle sl-ts swear that they live by the bible
and everyone think they get more than ent-tled

up out of the ghetto no ghetto away from the mornings with snow in that shovel

up onto our level i’m tryna be number one why would i settle

gone to the new world no pinta no nina no santa maria
still keep it hood with my people smokin’ the kind bud cus its legal

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trippin’ real nutz
on colfax for days without bucks
hot railin’ up
shot to the d-ck or a big booty bump
this ain’t candy cane lane
my hands busy holding middle fingers up!
i don’t two things that’s front and cuff
i don’t hate the game just tweakers and sl-ts
and that’s word to ratchet
cuz she left it behind her to go start a new family
got me a gat and a hatchet
you can never be to safe caught up in this racket
the cycle is evil
these verses for tina
with cops always creepin’
and f-ck all these fakers can’t wait till you back on the streets where we need you…

up out of the ghetto no ghetto away from the mornings with snow in that shovel

up onto our level i’m tryna be number one why would i settle

gone to the new world no pinta no nina no santa maria
still keep it hood with my people smokin’ the kind bud cus its legal

- onym lyrics

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