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Kurupt
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Tequilla
Lyricist:Delmar Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Patrick Brown, Raymen Murray, Bolivar Troncoso, Rico Wade
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This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
Blaze up, all the homies bang Round up all the little locs, high as the sky Smash and mash your body, just another day Real high until your pistols ain't reached for the sky This quarter pound of bomb, a quarter pound of bud 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change So fuck where you from
Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb When I trip then, then unload the clip Not giving a fuck is the motto Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga Hit the liquor store for sure right after I unload the forty-four
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap trick All a nigga get 'cause it get rich
Overnight flight to the top, first class Miss Lady got a nice ass, fast as you want to be Lady just follow me, I'm a southwest G Team with Kurupt
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Straight giving a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up Blowin' up, finish up when I bust a nut I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining Had to put on my team, fuck dreaming
Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag Acting all bad, make me mad So be the first to blast, Miss Niva
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
We organized the killings, don't be playin' the plots Come around here, you will get shot Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block Pop, pop one of they homies drop
I told y'all niggas never come around here 'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear Ain't nobody hard whether the day to dark Like the fourth of July when the candles spark
Always knew what I wanted to see And that's having paper, have next to G's Ain't nothing but killers hanging with me Blast any nigga who steppin' left to me
So soon we'll take your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick Y'all niggas can't fuck with this
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
This is for my killas that shoot tequilla Con cigarillos while they ride out to the club To get their freak on, to get their creep on To get their drink on, to get their smoke on
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