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Correct Turner Field (Stadiums) Lyrics
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[Intro] Too many real ones locked up I want them niggas to hear this from stadium to stadium Free Major Grams Free Shell Free Poochie Gangsta Grillz Free Pookie-Pook Free my nigga kenny Free 20 Dog and free Maro Free the whole Edison gang Free my nigga Q Money [Chorus] Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium [Verse 1] Bendin' blocks and runnin' from the cops, yeah, uh I remember ridin' in hotboxes, yeah, uh Ay, we were somewhere tryna pop and lock We spot it out then we gon' pop the top Made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy I can't fuck with none of you lil' suckas, you niggas lollipops And we good at poppin' Glocks My lil' brother Jay caught a body, he don't know how to stop I'm trappin', bitch, I might run off Uh, we be in the 'partment, uh, we got hard and soft, huh Used to pull out, get a ten, come back and break you off Now my leather real soft, now I'm prolly at Weezy house I put VVs in my mouth, my potna cold clean you out, yeah We made it this far, nigga, we stars (Uh huh) Plus I hold the chopper like I hold a guitar (Yeah) Now I pull strings like a guitar That lean got me throwed off, BG just like O-Dogg (Yeah) [Chorus] Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium [Verse 2] Ay, you think we just gon' sit here and starve Fuck wrong with y'all? (Nah) Think we ain't gon' play by my dawg, what wrong with y'all? We ain't got no pressure slangin' gun, fuck the law, huh If we ain't got no paper we gon' go sell the raw Call my youngin, they pull up with stick, sell 'em somethin' Only for the money, they tryna take holmes head off, uh From where we comin', you know we so hard head, y'all I lost my cousin to a bitch and my cousin wasn't even involved I'm thuggin', ready for war (What else?) They ain't care about my nigga, why the fuck should I care about y'alls? Fuck it, go kill 'em all, uh Raised up in public houses With no room on the bed, we had to sleep on the couches, yeah Now we in the club, I got my foot on the couch and shit My nigga dead, we gotta shoot up they house and shit They like, "We train with the feds, we don't know how to miss" Only med sippin' red, I don't know how to quit, yeah [Chorus] Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah I remember we used to hustle by the stadium [Outro] Yeah Rest in peace, Gino I remember we used to hustle by the stadium Yeah, yeah
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