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OG Kush Diet

OG Kush Diet

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Artist: 2 Chainz

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Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you Reminiscing about the Motorolas Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up You ain’t there to hold the pole up OG kush diet, OG kush diet OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck I’m ’bout to pour out some liquor I’m ’bout to pour out some lean I got blue cheese in my jeans I bought my queen Celine I got my team Supreme It ain’t no in between You either in or you out, I took a different route I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you Fuck what you think fuck what you think Come to the bank, come through like Brinks I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House Presidential prolly tickle, laughing ’bout who popped the pistol That’s the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals I’mma keep the bitch ’til December And park it on Broadway, long way from the hallway Long way from the ‘partments, long way from the arcades We don’t play games with them boys We bring the pain to them boys I caught a plane with them boys I taught the game to them boys I am ashamed of them boys Blame it on fame shit, blame it on whatever you wanna blame I’m smart and insane, imagine a genius that don’t have a brain That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching I’m fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person I walk out and eat Church’s, gig without rehearsing Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas OG kush diet, OG kush diet OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Fuck what you think, fuck what you think Come to the bank, come through like Brinks I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House Yeah, your favorite rapper’s got no talent Homeboy got coke habits Used to drive a Porsche ’til I found out it was made by Volkswagen This here is a toe tag ’em, Tity Boi gon’ and toe tag ’em Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck Let them know this a throat slashing Your baby mama got no passion Her best friend act old fashioned Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing I’m V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off Presence been felt everywhere Except let me see, yeah the White House Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg Sippin’ Quavo, ridin’ offsets, guess I’m ’bout to take off OG kush diet, OG kush diet OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Fuck what you think, fuck what you think Come to the bank, come through like Brinks I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House

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