Georgia Dome Peewee Longway
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[Intro]
We don't take no half, we take the whole thing
Can't get no hag, I get the whole thing
We can get the bag, sell it out, whole thing
(His name is Kino Beats)
[Chorus]
I just put a switch, it's on my FN
I just made a porn on my close friend
Soon as they bag that truck up, we gon' weigh in
I come from them projects, you get pump up, bitch weren't weigh in
I just sold a half-a-bowl inside the Georgia Dome
Zaza bag for thirty-two, they call them bitches, "Karl Malone"
Trap house beatin' so damn hard, I made, "Pull Up" my ringtone
Think my Trackhawk wings are rusty, way I get them wings gone
[Verse]
Endo bags and green dough
Stick gon' sing like we ain't go
When it's smoke, we hit yo' block
Back to back, ping pong
You see my dawg inside your yard
I'm on styles, bing, bong
Gave that bitch a chocolate shroom and she said, "Please take off my thong"
I'm countin' hundred racks with one arm
Cataract bowl, too strong for the lung
Quarterback, EA, just like John
I can get the box to the Bronx
Three-hundred racks, one play from the Gump
Look at these diamonds, stacked up, trunked up
I ain't got a Glock, then a nigga gettin' stuck up
Make a bitch eat dick when she try to act stuck up
I send them steppers, don't nobody look up
2.23 make a fuck nigga scoot up
I push a bank like I work on computers
You can get hit from the eight or Bermuda
Who want smoke with us?
We don't take no half, we take the whole thing
Can't get no hag, I get the whole thing
We can get the bag, sell it out, whole thing
(His name is Kino Beats)
[Chorus]
I just put a switch, it's on my FN
I just made a porn on my close friend
Soon as they bag that truck up, we gon' weigh in
I come from them projects, you get pump up, bitch weren't weigh in
I just sold a half-a-bowl inside the Georgia Dome
Zaza bag for thirty-two, they call them bitches, "Karl Malone"
Trap house beatin' so damn hard, I made, "Pull Up" my ringtone
Think my Trackhawk wings are rusty, way I get them wings gone
[Verse]
Endo bags and green dough
Stick gon' sing like we ain't go
When it's smoke, we hit yo' block
Back to back, ping pong
You see my dawg inside your yard
I'm on styles, bing, bong
Gave that bitch a chocolate shroom and she said, "Please take off my thong"
I'm countin' hundred racks with one arm
Cataract bowl, too strong for the lung
Quarterback, EA, just like John
I can get the box to the Bronx
Three-hundred racks, one play from the Gump
Look at these diamonds, stacked up, trunked up
I ain't got a Glock, then a nigga gettin' stuck up
Make a bitch eat dick when she try to act stuck up
I send them steppers, don't nobody look up
2.23 make a fuck nigga scoot up
I push a bank like I work on computers
You can get hit from the eight or Bermuda
Who want smoke with us?
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