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Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherfuckn chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page I'm in a maze, gettin' lost in the city I carry (???), pro'ly smoking, pushing smth I can't really own You ain't really bout that shit you be verbally on And you confront like you ain't know But you heard of me, holmes Look, thrill ass niggas that kill tracks wit bun Marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion Main bitch Spanish, got a Asian bitch on the side Know how to work a stick, sometimes I let her drive Gold wheels wit the green, don't mean that I'm lucky Been eating real good, you can see that I'm chubby Time to move to Miami, cause I heard we don't die, nigga If I do leave, then I'm goin' high On another cloud, I ain't talkin' bout 9 to 10 I'm talkin' full time, neva clockin' in Because I'm standing on my job, belly, you I cut alive Letras de cancionesPut it down for my motherfucking squad, jets, nigga Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherfuckn chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page Caesar, 72md issue, that paper be the shit I'm into Get the tissue, roll up to the venue Forging all them insues, cut 'em down, Them bitches tryna fuck on now Why wait around? When the EP cross the hood of my vintage Corvette Whacha expect? I write from experience, I won't tell ya I bother Before I did the shit. This must be yo first day around the grace You lookin' all outta place. Don't say nothn stupid, home boy Say face! We eatin' ova here, say Grace Before we partake in saute, that's the bullsen steak Off for golden engraved plates Jet life, we recline behind Martin Crime Gates 25 grand on drapes, my neighbors admire my taste We whilin' at the Babylon Club, 500$ for a bunch of fuckin' grapes Nigga Wrap the wax around the joint Then I sprinkle it with keef All you engines take heat To the motherfuckn chief We in them streets, beamer slam Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage See me gettin' highs in the stage I swear my life is like a real life Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page From Letras Mania