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Main Flow Gun Smoke

[Main Flow] Yo, trippin on smoke, get caught slippin we won't Shoot a hole through your ship or your boat for stickin my quote Gattin 'em dead head on

niggas to hold your sons this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun never say I?m better than

niggas to hold your sons this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun never say I?m better than

Came with a bit of game, met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep, the evil symptoms So you'll know when sexual activity happens And tears start to flow

on us, we'll be splittin' your wig Now my freedom is to me my main asset So I'ma keep it 100 and give like I get Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that

too smooth, pay my dues and can't lose I'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise And my main man, D Wade, still gets paid And in the off-season we

the dinner was candle lit Ain't no steaks for these frontin' fakes [Grand Puba:] Ay third verse final chapter Mad three smoke I'm after But there's still one main

My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like them training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow,

don't stop so get get Spit it fa critics ma digits opposite of midgets Whos ya main man ta flow I never went hollywood I changed ma flow In took ya places