Good Kush Triple C Mix Lyrics
[Gunplay]
I’m on that good kush and achohol
Bitch I think I’m Al Capone
I do what the fuck I want
You do what the fuck you told
You a house nigga, I house niggas
You play cool ball, I foul niggas
This for all them trill niggas, no deal niggas
Just getting it in the field niggas
Them real niggas I vouch for
They can call me at my house nigga
2 freaks in my louis sheet
Keep a couple of racks in these levis jeans
Cuban bitch I got a Cuban plug
Boy Cuban links to be Cuban drugs with models
That’s where we use to count up all them dollars
Que passa, my choppa always keep a raider wobble
[DJ]
You see my nigga young Bree, he really get that
He really talk that, he really live that
If it’s triple c, mmg, download the djs
I bout to bring home my nigga gunplay right now
Build a bird, it’s a Medelline thing nigga
Oh get ready for that, my nigga gunplay
Step to that with a mic
[Gunplay]
My horoscope, like a horror show
My worse fear, palms under oath
And pistols jamming
Or catching something from your dirty mammy
Observe the damage after popping 30 zannies
Niggas green and everything between
I keep ‘em arms lenght just like this beam
Beam beam no witness to recite the scene
Just a hollow empty magazine
So sad it seems, talking shit whats that about
Acting like Imma lose my title bout
I live what I write about
Bullshit, that’s what all my homies died about
Full clip, new stick I’m bout to try it out
[Dj]
Stop that you know my nigga gunplay
You know every word he say is true
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Ain’t no denying that, ain’t no doubting that
It’s Carol City Cartel, from MIA all the way to the BX
Special at PSP, UFO, oh you know how I bring it
Long as my bitches love me
You fuck niggas don’t pay me
I don’t give a fuck about no haters
Too busy counting this paper
Long as my bitches love me
I don’t give a fuck bout how yall fell
These niggas ain’t never been real
None of yall niggas gon’ pay my bills
7 figures, 6 Rovers time to foreslosure
3 choppers 200 loaded
One aim, one motive
Take yours get mine right, in the jungle you eat what you kill
I put you in the suit like prom night
Just to get another seat for a meal
My nerves bad so I smoke good
My bitch bad but she fuck great
My benz new, my chevy old
Pull that engine my 7 thray
Top down so you see my clear
Part face in my Audemeer
Pardon that I meant Audemar
Might order more with Ross on the leer
Double m what you know aboout that
On Rodeo what you know about racks
Louis 13 what you know about yack
30 for the watch so you know I’m strapped
But that’s a given, trying to dodge prison
J O B just over broke 40 k a month now that’s a living
