roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn?t I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave
wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn?t I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave, shopping
roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave
don't give em lines ([? ] could be lies) baby girl take a token, go in (?), and I ain't never?, cause two fives got me, they know me at the quarters,
tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine Quarter pines
make em all scatta, bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta, eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that, When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
with lead Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just
nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff
glory, hustlin' of their visions, to first class ported, and that's accordin' and I was corgile on my first formal, tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters
got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh Most all of my niggas
And if anyone asks If there ain't no one but us trash You dunno, you better akse somebody Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth
:] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit
Thunderbird wine . . . I don't know but I chugged a fifth of White Port once and passed out one day (heh heh) . . . and I drank a quart of beer just before
want to be this drug dealing Motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky I Use to play the hall up fifth floor
mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-
that new edition Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth