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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoThe Bees Knees
Chasing the lean (Let's go)Chasing the leanRotting my brain (AP Gang)Let's do itChasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestlyDrugs the only thing that's faithful to meSorry to sayGroupie hoes wanna come my wayCome take this pic and get out my faceRan into my main thingCome take this dick and you can stayIt's my year, year, yearCodeine sip, no beerHoly shit, he's the shitWords from my peersDon't like me? You can suck a dickIt's how it goes around hereHellboy, oh yeah6-shooter in the earTry me, you wanna fuck with me, bitch, then fuck with meYou wanna kill me, nigga, then pop meThese niggas really want me deadI don't really think they're that luckyI just told my bitch I love her (I did)I hope she think I mean itI wouldn't lie about that shit, trust meI wouldn't lie about street shit, trust meI wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust meSee, that drug shit hide the uglyAnd I ain't never been ugly, trust meDicked up on her, bang, percussionWe had a Snoop Dogg discussionA sexual eruptionOpen up them legs I'm hungryBank account eruptingI need me a safe or somethingI'm a dirt bike-riding junkieI don't need that Wraith for nothin'But it's a Wraith for my wrist or somethin'Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin'The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin'It's 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestlyDrugs the only thing that's faithful to meSorry to sayGroupie hoes wanna come my wayCome take this pic and get out my faceGot champagne glass on my kitchen counterIt's codeine in it, no Ace of SpadesWait, wait, wait, wait, wait, waitNigga waitNigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm the waviest waveTennis chains, forgetting about the world our forefathers pavedAy, who am I to talk, I'm AP gang150 on my wrist, okayYou should've been afraid, uhCookin' up, then I play, uhBrand new china set for the houseVersace dinner plates, ahWhat your momma tell you about getting involved?Yeah, you got you a gun, but you're still too softYou ain't gon' shoot that bitch at allIf I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch offHot Boy, young Lil Wayne shitLook at the socks, boy'Cause I'm a Glock boyNo clue, huggin' a thot boyGivin' 'em top, where they brain isI'm a rockstar-lifestyle-livin'Dirt bike-ridin', totin' stainlessBank account eruptingI need me a safe or somethingI'm a dirt bike-riding junkieI don't need that Wraith for nothin'But it's a Wraith for my wrist or somethin'Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin'The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin'It's 'cause we black, that's how they comin'Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestlyDrugs the only thing that's faithful to meSorry to sayGroupie hoes wanna come my wayCome take this pic and get out my faceChampagne glass on my kitchen counterIt's codeine in it, no Ace of SpadesLet me switch up on y'all fuck niggasDouble-cup pleasure (Double)Can I feel this way forever?It don't matter how fucked up I get offa the drugsStill givin' my effort, all my effortPhone line going AWOL, I'm a plug nowThey act like my music is the new drug in townThe bee's knees, I am (The bee's knees)The bee's knees (Bitch I am)The bee's kneesIt's time for these hoes let's three-wayNow I got money I can afford loyaltyIt's a cruel deal, gotta pay for loyaltyTo do what I do, you need a whole teamIt's child's play to me, ayThe bee's knees, I amThe bee's knees, I amOC, never do coke, noFuck a nose-bleedRed and white, God's cocaine, no seedsThots in the Bent', smokin' thrax, countin' up the racksBitch, I'm the bee's kneesNever do coke, no, fuck a nose bleedRed and white, God's cocaine, no seedsThot's in the Bently, smokin' thrax, countin' up the racks and the beansOh, I'm the bee's kneesKnees (I am the bee's knees)Niggas not ready for this shit at allListen, we're just talkin' that talkin' that talkWe're just talkin' that boss (That's right)Mu'fucka, I'm highA Death Race for LoveI ain't just racing for love thoughMy heart racing, my money racing, my mind racingAll blacked-out unless I'm gon' race itLucid Dreams still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)I took her and smiled and you lookin' like "How could she say this? "(Time is music bitch)Smokin' thraxYeah, alright, fuck rap, just need that Black cardThis time I'm gon' show you all my heart(Where the Perc's at?)(I thought I told you to stop fuckin' with me)I'm a business man, so that mean I'm about my business (Preach)(Hey man, a "bidness man", not a "business man", nigga, a "bidness man")ID got that shitThat boy got the shit (No cap, no cap, no cap)I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketballJust ran the three-man weave
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