dashgotpack felony şarkı sözleri

Ridin' round with a felony I'm ridin' round with a felony I'm ridin' round with a felony 40 on my hip, ain't goin' home if they tell on me I'm a hustler, check my pedigree Got motion, but it came with some jealousy Lord, protect me from my friends I got hollows for my enemies My dog switched up and tried to shit on me Thought I'd stay down forever Is you kiddin' me Back up in the kitchen like it's chemistry Headshot, John F. Kennedy Give my style back, you boys just mini-me's All my dogs keep dyin, that shit f*ck me up mentally These pills right here, my remedy Pop a perk, my remedy I'm gon' spin you goofies before you spin on me Before I go broke, I go St. Nick down your chimney Burglaries and kick doors Tippin' on 44s like I'm Mike Jones I hate that my dog gotta call me off a jail phone Makin' plays, speak in codes Can't let em know what we on, I'll put you on, go long I smoke gas, Exxon, oppies gettin' stepped on Every day I go hard I'm ridin' round with a felony I'm ridin' round with a felony Forty on my hip, ain't goin' home if they tell on me
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