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[PAPA PINE:]
Ruby smoking like he’s haunted
Big blunt, I light the front end
Me and my bitch, we keep it 80/20
Get it how I want it
Double cup, I fucking double deck
Sipping piss, I’m sipping Tussinex
Told that bitch I’m cutting necks
Pulling out her throat while I pull up in the fucking Benz
Told her fucking friends, “Ruby ain’t that cool in person”
So I asked her fucking friends if it was cool if I insert it
Snatch their purses, now I’m counting all this money, yeah
Practice makes it perfect
Money can’t buy you happiness, all my life I fucking heard it
But money can buy a lot of drugs, at least enough to last me
Shit, I think I fucking earned it
Earned it, ain’t got a purpose
And that’s on purpose
What’s worse is I deserve it
[YUNG $CARCROW:]
Smoking on the bud sack, ounces of that indo
Paranoid illusions, tap the gun against the window
Substance in my lungs, slow motion, Benz cruising
Masked up, insuing, rob cause I’m overusing
6 double 6 elements
Never quit or dope sick
The d the o the p the e
I’m always on a chase
To hit up outer space, ain’t no case
Where I don’t need it every fucking day
When you see us
Yeah you know we on them fucking drugs
Percocets, xanax, roxycodone, crush ’em up
Snort it
Top notch, bud crop, maybe quit later
Fuck that till I’m dead, I am popping medication
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