Lyrics 1942 - 18veno
(Yeah,
yeah,
Neeko,
you
made
that
motherfuckin'
beat?)
Grrah,
ayy
(Ah,
nah,
you
ain't
make
that
motherfucker)
Coolin',
vibin',
I
been
smokin',
I
been
drinkin'
too
Rapper
weed
by
the
ounce,
we
sippin'
1942
It's
a
hundred
shots
in
that
chop,
boy,
don't
make
a
move
Or
this
bi-bitch
leave
you
slumped
Leave
you
drunk,
bullets
mixed
with
booze
Coolin',
vibin',
I
been
smokin',
I
been
drinkin'
too
Rapper
weed
by
the
ounce,
we
sippin'
1942
It's
a
hundred
shots
in
that
chop,
boy,
don't
make
a
move
Or
this
bi-bitch
leave
you
slumped
Leave
you
drunk,
bullets
mixed
with
booze
Woah
there,
buddy,
where
you
goin'
with
that
sack?
I'ma
bring
that
bitch
back,
I'ma
bring
that
bitch
back
If
the
plug
tryna
tax,
I'ma
bring
that
bitch
back
I'ma
run
in
that
bitch,
I'ma
push
his
shit
back
When
it
come
to
robbin',
I'm
a
genius
Now
I'm
on
that
space
shit
People
pay
they
money
just
to
come
and
see
me
All
these
pussy
niggas
wanna
be
me
Ride
'round
with
like
four
sticks
Police
hit
the
lights,
they
disappear,
no
genie
Coolin',
vibin',
I
been
smokin',
I
been
drinkin'
too
Rapper
weed
by
the
ounce,
we
sippin'
1942
It's
a
hundred
shots
in
that
chop,
boy,
don't
make
a
move
Or
this
bi-bitch
leave
you
slumped
Leave
you
drunk,
bullets
mixed
with
booze
Coolin',
vibin',
I
been
smokin',
I
been
drinkin'
too
Rapper
weed
by
the
ounce,
we
sippin'
1942
It's
a
hundred
shots
in
that
chop,
boy,
don't
make
a
move
Or
this
bi-bitch
leave
you
slumped
Leave
you
drunk,
bullets
mixed
with
booze
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