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Tone Trump
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Afghan (G Mix)
(Hook x6) Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchie These real niggaz they love me, these bad bitches wanna fuck me I've been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a boss I was grinding, they was hating, That's why they fell off
(Verse) OG in my swisher ,cold in my liver My first bill 6 figures Bursting bottles with jigga OG in my swisher ,cold in my liver My first bill 6 figures Bursting bottles with jigga White rolley go glitter Bursting bottles with jigga White rolley go glitter Got these hatin' niggers so bitter At you niggers like twitter Snowman my niggers
(Verse) Straight 8 in my pocket,benoy ring on some big shit Phillie way white cup,got Cass and Chris on the G mix Make a million talking in street shit Real ham like T shit Wake up on that we stream,pissed the world on G street Bad bitches love me,them real niggers riving We 100 thief,we mobbin' My young bulls getting rocking Ciroc all in my white cup Bitch all in my black trucks West side we gettin' here Wish these niggers would act up
(Hook) Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchie These real niggaz they love me, these bad bitches wanna fuck me I've been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a boss I was grinding, they was hating, That's why they fell off
(Verse x2) Smoke that purple gorilla,OT at that killa Tone Trump now that's my nigga Them dope dealers on twitter Shawty love me when I'm with her Got the 2 pop and the shitter And she heard I had a sister Motherfuckers get the bitch up I'm selling big bricks They sell little webbles Jeez wiz I get cheese like eskie bubbles My phillie hat, they got my dome red I'm an OG go ask you own head Smoke that purple gorilla,OT at that killa Tone Trump now that's my nigga Them dope dealers on twitter Shawty love me when I'm with her Got the 2 pop and the shitter And she heard I had a sister Motherfuckers get the bitch up I'm selling big bricks They sell little webbles Jeez wiz I get cheese like eskie bubbles My phillie hat, they got my dome red I'm an OG go ask you own head I lost alot of weight,Fat Joe But I ain't talking body weight I'm talking coke hoe Act about me ,my hood card is double platinum Mr. Shooter, A.K.A I make it happen
(Hook) Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchie These real niggaz they love me, these bad bitches wanna fuck me I've been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a boss Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I was grinding, they was hating, That's why they fell off
(Verse) 44 automatic ,sour my aeromatics Fuckin' coke while I plan this All you niggers choke off that bambo Got that digi set on my fabric And they single appeal I gotta have it Got a black four parallel change Brown won't start,won't be not static nigga Nigga what,give a fuck,nigga act too big hit 'em up Put 'em down back at the cemetery There take a low beat down The preliminary lawyer wanna pop And one of the bad juries wanna fuck Gotta keep a nigga out in the streets Phillie try to eat a nigga up West side with Tone Trump, Old sparks, fast grasp, Pete Brown Shot Patrone in G town Wing a hockey and be seat down Motherfuckers beat down Motherfucker feet down Had to put the fucker beast down Put the mic down ,it's on syke now
(Hook) Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchie These real niggaz they love me, these bad bitches wanna fuck me I've been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a boss I was grinding, they was hating, That's why they fell off
(Verse) My eyes trip from that cat piss I stash some green in that mattress Put you been with that ratchet You and your kids could get in that casket I get real when I crack flip 'Cause I'm a drug seller Bucket helm on this rap shit Don't put all your red in one basket I'm hollow heads in that ratchet Split your head if I clap it No infrared but I'ma hit your head When I split a leg 'cause I'm accurate I clap it and you shot I shoot you up like flu shots I slaughter y'all of that audemars Yet you rap for that huge life Rest in peace to the true pop These dudes tryin' to be the new pop Like they are,but ain't all Took four more shots than 2pac Fill my cup up I'm drunk But I'm on the roller skunk up West side get change big chain That plack on my back on orange stuff Get beat down if you jump out Get aired out you get pump up Get your ass brushed you get gassed up Don't make me open the trunk up Your wife is on trump up Like what's up with the wassup And he was like your less win Say this shit with your chest trimmed
(Hook x2) Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchie These real niggaz they love me, these bad bitches wanna fuck me I've been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a boss I was grinding, they was hating, That's why they fell off
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