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11/5 - Garcia Vegas lyrics
Jeah, another Tay da Tight hit 115's in the motherfuckin house (4x) Well I started off a hustla indo smokin Weed in my lungs so a nigga kept chokin Eyes kinda red blood shot from the contact In a 67' Caddy bumpin Gap Band eight track What you say nigga 115's in the house So let me break it down what us niggas all about As I step to the scene I got some bitches on the nuts But I act like a pimp so I don't give a fuck Step back get back stand in line You gotta get yours bitch I gotta get mine It's TaydaTay now can I get a fader Who got half on the weed and the Vegas? Players listen before the hoes bounce I gotta get drunk off a 64 ounce You can say 800 Got the weed rolled up so it's time to get blunted Chorus: Everybody light your Vega, everybody light your Vega, everybody smoke, woo hoooo (2x) Well I'm not braggin everybody's passin All they weed to me But the dank ain't enough so I'm hittin all night To cop a cold M.D. What up step back and get wasted Weed in the air I can almost taste it Take it hit it pass it to a friend Then you mix it light it quick with the motherfuckin gin Ooh we bitch now I'm feelin tight But that's how you doin it when you off dank right High as a kite I can touch the fuckin sky But I'm stuck like Chuck and I won't even try Over high, eleven five I've been smokin all day you can tell from my eyes Smoke in my lung you can feel it in my chest Just copped another gram now guess what's next Chorus Now first let's call for the motherfuckin indo Pull out your crutch and put away your pistol Nigga this is Frisco bitch I got the bomb When you're in a rush b |
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