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Itza lyrics
Chorus
I love popping … but too much it’ll kill you (repeat)
Rolling out weed is like a living dream
If you do the same thing than it sounds familiar
Now that’s a no no no
But when it’s going on it’s like yeah yeah yeah
When the drop come out all the whores come out
Trying to get tap out think I got .. out bitch
Chop about a nuts got a wife …
You will not pay me about my baby
Take my money every month no I can’t see it in my vision
But the bullshit be dead on collision
Rolling block to the cheese
Raise my stack I am my own trusted in the wind like the …
The fait on the .. don’t talk to me
I am online don’t facebook me
.. eliminate the irony that’s what I dream
See a dollar sign every time I am fucking bleed
.. so hop up .. and go fly
I’ m the shit you stink
These niggers 14 days
Chorus
I .. so practice give a ..
Till the day I found me an actresses
There is two things I won’t
.. game for the winners
Private for the losers
.. fast lane stay truth
… better get radical
.. keep an eye to women even though I am not dependable
Chorus
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