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smiley_61st - remember a g lyrics

haaaaaaaah gang
free my bro man

f-ck all this trapping i need to eat
if i get me a brick imma sell it for cheap
he sat in the car and got shot out the seat
we making the songs that you keep on repeat

homie a dog and i love him like flees
i flooded the streets now the chune on repeat
drizzy my dog and he helping me eat
oliver call he keeping me flee
all of the owls they flying on me
if i die today remember a g
if i went today i’m giving out keys
my momma an owner my b-tch get a lease

too hot in the west i trap in the east
n-gg-s was mad now they want peace
my n-gg-s is live they clip on repeat
f-ck all this love i want a patek
my b-tch gets mad i get no fatigue
no time for the sheets i’m up in the streets
the way that it looks might flood out my teeth
i’m trapping so hard my name in the streets
what you made in a month i made off a feats
20 shows get 10 for each
i feel like x now i can preach
you do it for hoes i’m trying to get out the streets
trying to get all my n-gg-s out the street
free my bro he up in the pen
i got out the streets with a help of a pen
i was a little boy now i’m a gens
trapping ain’t dead i’m up in a benz
i’m up in the ends
ain’t trapping with friends
free all my gens (general)

f-ck all this trapping i need to eat
if i get me a brick imma sell it for cheap
he sat in the car and got shot out the seat
we making the songs that you keep on repeat

making these nips buying this drip
after the tour we making them trips
ride around town with 2 on my hip
my n-gg-s is bloods but some of them crips
n-gg-s just talk n-gg-s ain’t shit
wherever i go i’m making her lit
wherever i go i’m making her drip
she all on me because i’m the shit
shoutout my guys they holding it down
i got one shot i’m making it count
the work in the pot i’m making it bounce
up in the trap we smoking a pound
free my guys dialing the pound
live records we making a sound
she doing the most when she around
up in the trap all year long
no days off no leaving the spot
you up in the club but your gun in the lot
me and my glocks up in the spot
i know my x wish i get locked

f-ck all this trapping i need to eat
if i get me a brick imma sell it for cheap
he sat in the car and got shot out the seat
we making the songs that you keep on repeat

gang!!!!!!

- smiley_61st lyrics

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