Drive-In Theatre
Trying to get this loot any way, true
It's lucrative of a move I do make thru
Itunes and avenues
We move weight each
One in my crew get a full plate
Not one excused till we all ate
Unified, stupid high nigga way paid
Crime did just what they said it would
Some niggas living good, some is going away for good
Some stuck in the hood
Addicted to what he should have sold
Lost his soul
Though his body still living, look in his eyes
The fire ain't in him
He used to be driven
Now that's cold
Cold-blooded as my angel wings flooded
Rose gold star-studded
The ball covered
So let it pour until it bubble on the floor
Baby love peeling out her clothes
Eyes rolled, orgasim dancing while these horns blow
I'm just thinking of my next goal
Which color we should paint the '64
Trying to wrap my hands round the globe
Like a motherfuckin choke hold, hoe

Back over the stove cause they want some more

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    General CommentLiterally about losing a bud because he was dealing the wrong "dope". You gotta get on that Audio Dope, and then all your boys can eat.
    JamzXIVon February 18, 2014   Link

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