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Let's go Gotta buzz, now they all up on my woody If you talking 'bout a nigga, than you ain't took nothing from me Niggas like P's, coming faster than the 5G If I could than I would, throw up 5 T's Prema What You Do For Fun Count it up, smoke some blunts Chilling with my nigga got me facing weed and bussing nuts Hanging with some people like rice beans and like to deer dance for fun Man I love my niggas than and my kids is who I do it for Seen my Mom take her last breath couldn't do nothing about it My sister dying and they telling me not to blow up about it Turn yo bro into a tattoo, yo homie to a pack too And if you come questioning me than bitch, I will laugh at you Prema What You Do For Fun Count it up, smoke some blunts Chilling with my nigga got me facing weed and bussing nuts Hanging with some people like rice beans and like to deer dance for fun Man I love my niggas than and my kids is who I do it for Daddy was that nigga so you know I'm the same Put the P in pimping man yo Prema stay in the game Break the code chasing these niggas while they out chasing another bitch Stick to the code we ain't out doing no sucker shit Leave a rack at, you can keep it SpongeBob drop, gone off the deep end Steady going, like a sequence Get the candy, start telling secretes Why these bitches so entitled, either ya idol or ya rival I'm here the stay, I'm for the title Won't leave nigga and that's final Prema What You Do For Fun Count it up, smoke some blunts Chilling with my nigga got me facing weed and bussing nuts Hanging with some people like rice beans and like to deer dance for fun Man I love my niggas than and my kids is who I do it for Prema What You Do For Fun Count it up, smoke some blunts Chilling with my nigga got me facing weed and bussing nuts Hanging with some people like rice beans and like to deer dance for fun Man I love my niggas than and my kids is who I do it for Ayryk what you do for fun Spittin bullets, lyric gun Loaded like I never nut But tell your bitch, It's in her gut Nasty like a gruesome flick, I'm healthy but I'm hella sick A problem, call me calculus, get smoked up like some cannabis Woke up, ate my Wheaties so you know I'm on my John Wick Fuckin with my dogs and you be face down on some dog shit Flier than a pilot, got these hoes up in my cockpit Not captain save a hoe they tryna catch me outta pocket I do this for myself and anybody who's got my back I keep my bars up on attack, eyes not shut, insomniac First not last I blast on the track Me and Prema, you know this slap If you sittin talkin smack, you got no room to be talking that, fact Ayryk what you do for fun, count it up, more than once Chillin with my day ones got me fucked it and it's not enough Chillin with some people kickin back and bitches shakin butt Damn I love my family and my friends, that's who I do it for Ayryk what you do for fun, count it up, more than once Chillin with my day ones got me fucked it and it's not enough Chillin with some people kickin back and bitches shakin butt Damn I love my family and my friends, that's who I do it for
Writer(s): Eric Finch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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