Letra de Haze
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Shout outs to all my crop circles niggas, ennih
Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit
Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Them niggas ain't getting money that's why they reminiscing
Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions
I know I charted fam I should be on the television
Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen
I ain't hard to find I'm always on the block
No iPhones when we walk into my spot
20 something lights, can't afford for this to flop
Wish don't compare the market they'd insurance on the crop
If you see my crop house you'd be amazed
Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze
And I just booked some flights for the whole team
Wakin up to head I feel like Mo Green
So I ain't shottin' white or brown
The Ice City got Gelato by the pound
I'm used to re-upping in Amsterdam
Now these packs come from San Fran
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold
Flawless diamonds in my mouth I'm cookin down to foke
Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know
I shoot you in your face then I walk around the smoke
She said she can't feel her face sniffin down my coke
She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose
Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold
When I'm drivin in my whip she got me down her throat
Nobody tells me nuttin cuz I'm that official nor I'm selling crack cocaine and I'm slappin missiles
When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me
Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G's
RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef
Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries
Lock me up but they know they couldn't hold the G
Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Them niggas ain't getting money that's why they reminiscing
Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions
I know I charted fam I should be on the television
Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen
I ain't hard to find I'm always on the block
No iPhones when we walk into my spot
20 something lights, can't afford for this to flop
Wish don't compare the market they'd insurance on the crop
If you see my crop house you'd be amazed
Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze
And I just booked some flights for the whole team
Wakin up to head I feel like Mo Green
So I ain't shottin' white or brown
The Ice City got Gelato by the pound
I'm used to re-upping in Amsterdam
Now these packs come from San Fran
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold
Flawless diamonds in my mouth I'm cookin down to foke
Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know
I shoot you in your face then I walk around the smoke
She said she can't feel her face sniffin down my coke
She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose
Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold
When I'm drivin in my whip she got me down her throat
Nobody tells me nuttin cuz I'm that official nor I'm selling crack cocaine and I'm slappin missiles
When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me
Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G's
RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef
Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries
Lock me up but they know they couldn't hold the G
Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
I got rich off the corner selling haze
I got rich off the corner selling haze
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
Used to be broke but that was just a phase
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