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    "90 Days" Lyrics

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    ''talking''

    verse 1:
    It was a hot summers night I was kickin it with gangsta..
    fred out at hide park
    Rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know I'm
    Smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean so you know I'm scopin.i ain't wit that
    Scuffin shit, or wit being broken,
    waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah that's what
    I was hopin.spotted me a nigga,candy paint a hundred spokin,sippin on his
    Liquor wit that blowface on that cokin,
    bullets they will burn just like lava
    That is molten,you victims will learn to resist'll
    get ya croakin.always kept a
    Thang and bandana never knowin,
    when I have ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
    Em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,
    'cause I have spoken, I know that your
    Sick,but lets not git ya momma mopein,
    snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
    It's hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.

    chorus:repeat 2x
    90 days at tha penna farm(that ain't shit)3 bags and a firearm(that ain't
    Shit)bogus tags and a bench warrant(that ain't shit)police all at my mommas
    Home(that ain't shit)

    verse 2:

    left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,
    east memphis where we make
    The stang, and that's to far bet,nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said
    Whatcha like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at
    mitchell heights,made tha
    Quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound,straight
    ta gangstaz house
    With no remorse we broke it down down,
    20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve
    Em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,
    mayne we ain't givin a fuck,map core on chelsea
    Ave seen tha sucka that we got,
    we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin
    Hot,raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin,
    I returned tha favor,
    You know me no questions askin,
    donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got
    Blocked in,I hopped out tha car seen tha police and
    threw the glock in..to the
    Garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them three bags
    Gangsta fred wit his steel trigga,

    chorus: repeat 2x
    This song was submitted on February 25th, 2014 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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