traits Lyrics by 1oneam
Aye, he want smoke? He get let down
Dumb gas, straight out the pound
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Aye, he want smoke? He get let down
Dumb gas, straight out the pound
Sip that Gin, man, I feel sick
I can’t never trust no b#tch
[Yeah] Ha-ha
b#tch-b#tch stay quiet, don’t say something [Are you f#ckin’ stupid or something?
Ooh-Ah
Yeah, let’s go
We got pounds, n#gg#s got sticks
n#gg#s they clowns, act like a b#tch
They say “How you Zen?” I’m good
Make a band, like n#gg# I should
Haha, haha
I want that b#tch, brodie can’t have it
Ha, go [That’s them, that’s them]
He so sad, can’t get it like me