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La Brea (Explicit) - Cassow
Money on my mind with a bad ting with me
Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any
Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam
If you talking 'bout some paper
I might do the running man
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Rolling on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
I don't love her I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Can't trust these h*es on the internet
Man these ******* is something
Staying blunted give these h*es no discussion
Them coppers might try to shoot ya
To dodge 'em you gotta duck 'em
Four hundred on the dash
They can't stop me troy ave
Backwoods full of gas
Need cash need cash
Most shoes offseason
Girl you hate me when I'm leaving
Hood chick never seen ****
Girl this ride all scenic
Money on my mind with a bad ting with me
Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any
Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam
If you talking 'bout some paper
I might do the running man
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Down for whatever
Rolling on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Down for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your ***** is down for whatever
Young bull with the hits
Advance money just a flip
Know them boys couldn't hold me
With the wrist with the wrist
I can't pick up when you call
They must thinking I'm lit
Girl I cannot pay your bills
You must thinking I'm a trick
In the game right now
Got a name right now
They just switch turned twelve
I can't hang right now
Foreign thang need a visa
Got her turned off a liter
Couldn't tell you how I met her
Ever since I couldn't leave her
Money on my mind with a bad ting with me
Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any
Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam
If you talking 'bout some paper
I might do the running man
