paroles de chanson Marijuana Dreams - DarkRoom Familia

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Breakdown that we will break it down
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Super made 1 billion
Great for me, one for you

Field bagging of those twice in the blocks walking slang sometimes
A sticky fungus gets laid up coke I like it
It that nitro switch filter poops
And fucking bottle like your fish to the time to choose
You get the road is like I'm late to do my show
And I got stick yourself some dress on, yeah
I'm relative out there bitch what happens If in everything was crew,
I'll be nearby six seven galaxy old school
Transmission city when I driven,
I'm drinking three four twenty live super fifteen
And I'm dipping the tougher I say no
Secret yet I'm sprum and they will come
Expectations up there pass that
Got everybody played no labor
Jersey's pillows axis quickle green, but it's all
Wrapped up in the $ 20 blanket boo you take them clean
Or you can have this bar back and stretch
And now this last in those back
I'm taking a facial straight to the chest, right to the chat
Loaded

This seems to me y'all got marijuana dream
They need explain in no big Trevor
What I'm saying I don't even know the day
And our acquaintance CD's we deceiving something
In the next chocolate target away no silent flashes
Never smarter step
Fuck the tech I gotta bond with glass Will be no longer fucking a
Bounce out No time because what's wrong you don't Popular phone or is
Your dough Making your mind play tricks watching it you can chocolate
Like us gonna with it
When I they gotta get spark dogs trying to get
A little while see this kinda thinking I won't retire cuz I'm a body
Locus Progress getting proud of it I will see
Ticket Keith every now and then I'm doing my deed
Taking heat and growing the tree broker just walking free
Not just me I thought you knew that Who you know who know
The darkroom Mr. Gaeta to everybody and my marijuana drink
I'm high as fuck so it's the workout with a bag of green

You think that you've got the muscle
Nothing but trouble,
Never window down coming with that ultimate hustle
Cuz it's brad Gaines a motherfucking trip
I got hate I said I'm not even met and motherfuckers on the dick
So fucking crooked ass badges and their pitch made player haters
Don't even think that you could try to fight us
Cuz I'm enough up enough to know good And
If I could I shorty would be smoking the book
I gotta let these motherfuckers know
I ain't no joke, I being broke
Trust me I believe you want the smoke to all night
Till l die west coast for live
Everybody's gotta die, never cry better run
Motherfucker run, will destruction soon
You'll be getting done
Here for nothing, you wanna know if I'm a rider
Check my record always been suicidal
Times a hectic, almost to Armageddon
I see you sweating, hoping to make it to heaven
You see the good die young that's how the west was
Won with the gun, my father, my son, Visions on me getting down

Look at the mouse sewed up in the valley
You know law is my God, so dados never gonna fall
I hate when rappers say they moving this they moving
That you never bought the pounds
You think rappers never even give it again
It's my dream alone, Lakers are the hierbabuena
I wanna buy a farm in state of Sinaloa
In Mexico when the young die everyday
You don't pay your fifteen in your face
When the Gus praise, my enemy the deed is good
And different Frazee down Mattie night
And all the way to the city's ever said glad just because
I said this is brown right by media
Putting a bulletin your head
Stupid ohh¡¡¡
You missed the round with the wrong
But the local weed dealers
Because I was your connect
I want me here, killer
Killer
See more money wanna drains
Something shits about my money
You display and you my enemy