Propane lyrics

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b*tch im reloaded, give my all to this music sh*t i just devoted
He took too long to sell the bag i fell asleep on him
I know i gotta drop tomorrow but ima keep smokin
This rappin n*gga wanna beef should i put cheese on him?
Or buy this track from johnboy and put a beat on him
I used to go to football practice with some weed on me
But the grass i got, you can't put no cleets on it
I got some clean work, put yo feet on it, M,I,N, put an E on it
Bro hit me to some sh*t now ion need nun
We came together b*tch now teamwork got the dream workin
I need some batteries ion think my beam workin
f*ck it ima chase him down
Take the compressor off the Glock ima make it loud
Dawg used to have a scatpack, he in a basic now
He used to have his own crib he in a basement now
Glock with the di*k i hit a pus*y damn near made a child
I drunk a whole pint of green that sh*t laid me down
A n*gga got some real act its like a 8 around
Yeah, that sh*t made me smile
I got some bowls for 19 but it ain't that loud
He only bought a ounce of lean whats with the baby bottle?
Just pour that sh*t in yo pop bro dont waste that bottle
She sucked my di*k for so long i knocked the braces out her
Used to didn't give a f*ck bout rap but now im anxious now
I seen my rap check like damn you can make that out it?
Lets do this sh*t a hunnid times and sign a major artist
He put a hunnid bands behind him and he ain't that hard
Damn, why you waste that artist?
I had to cook this sh*t myself but it ain't that garbage
My fiend tried to get sum free but all i take is dollars
Cook the zip in his favourite pot and let him scrape the tartar
I pulled the strap out on a b*tch and heard the taser poppin
Im in here breakin down the zip you hear the razor choppin
Its breakfast time i woke up sick drinkin Aunt Jemima
Sellin spliffs out a condo we dont do vacant houses
Went to church with a book on me b*tch this ain't a bible
Any b*tch’ll let me hit it raw bro that ain't a problem
I still brought a magnum with me but this ain't a condom, this a 357
f*ck my daddy b*tch i love the plug cause he treat me better
On my way to the doctor office for a three of techy
This n*gga keep giving me drank he s’pose to keep me healthy
I bought a eight of wock friday thats my weekend special
I know my n*gga drunk some act cause he keep on sweatin
It's coming out his pores
I knew that was a dog head she got a lot of sores
Made ten bands off gift cards we hit a lot of stores
He used to have money now he broke he got a lot of storage
Drop 60 shots two times b*tch i got two 40s
Drum on the chop ill up this b*tch and drop four quarters
You n*ggas droppin dimes
Cuz dropped off 4:36 its like he not on time
Get it?
b*tch that's four birds
I told him pull up at 4:30 b*tch them cold words
? her then she said she ? off some cold words
f*ck around and shot my whole family, Adam Goldberg