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Lamar Johnson
Lamar Johnson
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Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all Candy paint Candy paint Drippin stains Drippin stains All a nigga ever wanna do is swang All a nigga ever wanna do is swang All I ever did was stick to the code Some shit like this only real niggas know Hope heaven got a place where the real ones go Cuz life aint the same when a real one go I'm climb to the top, nigga inch by inch I'ma build this house, nigga brick by brick I'ma fuck these hoes nigga bitch by bitch I'm retarded with the glock nigga clip by clip Po'n up, glo'n up daddy wasnt around when I growing up I can't hold a grudge cuz now we blowing up And hoes showing love and nigga know whats up Look right now its only a matter of time Before they lights turn on and we happen to shine This when you dot your I's and you capitalize Going against the grain nigga I can't rationalize Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all Candy paint Candy paint Drippin stains Drippin stains All a nigga ever wanna do is swang All a nigga ever wanna do is swang Candy on all of my whips Haters got fantasy that I might slip I'm jus a prince vanity all my dick Insanity all in my drip Pay all these pussy no mind Trickin a waist of my time I don't need diamonds to shine I'm off that syrup That why my seat on recline Clutching that iron Let's not get this shit confused I never loose I jus pick I never choose I get it out tha mud early morning U niggas hittin the snooze I look a opp in his eyes Searching for some familiar But all i see is a disguise Niggas be lying Plugs don't make no plays We jus go pick up the prize Po up another cup Take me another gulp Might give u game But I never give a fuck I'm bout that check So I'm never giving up See that's for a lame I'd never stiffin up Tare down my brother See I'd rather lift em up Shit on the industry And make a Jew clean it up Give u my masters To ride in a Bentley truck I could pick up yo bitch in a pick up truck Fuckin up commas my ritual Flexin addiction habitual Stunt on a fraud til he miserable
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