iGRES - CLOUDY

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[Intro: Lil Gin] Lil' Joe, see, you can run, but you can't hide Back up came on the ground an on the skies The guard then dropped some salt, now Joe got caught In traffic, went through a crowd, surrounded by laws [Verse 1: Lil Gin] I'm hangin' on the curb with the Thunderbird, stangin' my chest Hittin' that blunt of indo, ran off fresh with my Tommy set Any wizzay, as I walk down the track with my dope in the matchbox Glock closely to my dick, just in case I beat a trick Police rollin' on them scooters, claimin' they watchin' my neighborhood What they don't expect: a young nigga like me up to no good Poppin' cars, makin' stangs, dickin' bitches with the M Smackin' or makin' 'em fuckin' suck the liquor out Lil' Gin's nut [Bridge: Lil Gin] In a smooth getaway It was a smooth getaway It was a smooth getaway It was a smooth getaway [Verse 2: Lil Gin] Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide, ho? In the fuckin' closet, damn, them roaches fallin' on my face Motherfucker, juvenile, catch me, then you got a case Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide, ho? In the fuckin' closet, damn, them roaches fallin' on my face Motherfucker, juvenile, catch me, then you got a case
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