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ak bandamont - street pharmacist كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
this b_tch just missed her vein, she ain’t even feel it
my lil’ cousin rap, he in my ear, he tryna make me hear it
i just sold this n_gga a pint, i ain’t even seal it
i’ll up the strap on dog, he keep on movin’, he finna make me k!ll him
was in the mall with my b_tch, see somethin’ i like, i’m finna make her steal it
i just bought two pounds, both in one night, we finna make a k!lling
i’ll put you on that road and stuff you up, might just make a million
but if that baggie bust, then you f_cked up, might have no feeling
was with my brother, we both spotted the opps, i guess we both k!lled ’em
one shot gave him corona, i pour one on him, he on the floor filthy
soon as i popped a n_gga, i started laughin’, i guess i’m so dilly
a band’ll get you touched, add it to nina, i’m finna blow sixty
got five stashed in the floor, did it ten times, what’s in the floor? fifty
my fiend don’t like to be lonely, he called his mans up and said, “do this coke with me”
sh_t, i’ll call this bad b_tch up, say, “hit the road with me”
i bought these slabs, i gotta press this b_tch, come stuff the floor with me
i been in these streets too long, i’m tryna make it back
all it take is karo and cough syrup, we can make the act’
i told my plug come through with the molly, but i can make the crack
the b_tch told me she love me, i started laughin’, you can’t fake a fact
they put you in that room, would you tell on me? can they make you rat?
this n_gga think he rich with his ten blues, i’m finna take your stack
sh_t, and if it ain’t a basic, i’ma take your scat
pull up with a big mac, pull that b_tch on you, ak don’t cap
uh, this b_tch a great driver
she ducked off on the feds and did the race, look like she ain’t tryin’
uh, this b_tch took four lines, b_tch tryna stay higher
the n_ggas be askin’ prices but never cop, you n_ggas fake buyers
uh, d_mn, i hate liars
we on the road, watch out for the state troops, be crossin’ state wires
plug ran out of sixteens, i’m finna eight_ounce it
n_gga want a mixtape with ten songs, just give me eight thousand
when that bag drop and i lost it, i was so sick
just bought ten pounds and sold four her at once, she asked to hold six
i only have two plugs can give a front and they was both risk
my pop was trappin’ harder than in ’09 and it was ’06
i’m tryna blow, think i need four bricks
just hit the trap with a pair of clean slabs, but they was both hit
spent a band on two pistols, they both glocks and they both grip
this b_tch backwards, she asked me to hold ice so she won’t slip

- ak bandamont

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