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lyrics:
he said he want smoke
i can't do this anymore
yeah he gone missing
police gon knock on his door

asking questions i won't answer them
we gon catch him while he campin kill him in the tent
oh that drink taste funny? lil boy u knocked out
and u think u at the top u gon get knocked down

his door get kicked in we gon bring the chops out
bitch free all my lil homies in the dog pound

n i know that boy ain't trynna fucking press me, press me, press me
yeah we pull up with them choppas wit the big beams, big beams, big beams

and there's lots on my plate i can't hold
too many racks in my wallet can't fold
baby i just wanna know, know, know
when the fuck are u coming home?

(tonight x12)

he said he want smoke
i can't do this anymore
yeah he gone missing
police gon knock on his door

asking questions i won't answer them
we gon catch him while he camper kill him in the tent

(tonight x12)

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