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L A Guns I M Addicted

ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas

I let my baby boy go under, no wonder I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple beam I'ma make the

said that she was single, yo, leave or make up, damn! I'm out in L.A. within a week Honies go to size C from an A cup V.A. is you wit me now Couple

back I'm like, ?The fuck I'm going outta there? And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there And I'm a winner if I make it cross the

ya friends said they aint see him, and him from A.M. (M) to P.M. (M) Ill be chillen wit a hoe in the next B.M. yo I dodge fast cant mess wit es crack

black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for separateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a Jack Of a smack to a bird

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I thought you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New York Cityyyyy) (New York Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you

I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man, long

candy apple tray she gets heavy in L.A. When Track died, Mack cried Once we start banging again then he did a back slide I was in tune with the sun,