Underarm Kush (Unreleased Version)
کاور آهنگ Underarm Kush (Unreleased Version) از Gucci Mane

Underarm Kush (Unreleased Version)

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16 on my Jacobs baby,

Pick me up bout 11ish

Cut my bitch off, I went and got a better bitch

Yellow Vette, red old school with the chrome wheels

Yellow rims on the Vette, take a look at Paul Walls grillz

I'ma start trippin' if I pop a couple X pills

Twenty thousand self promotion cause I got no record deal

Ridin' round the town six 12s beat the block down

Zone 6 is my stomping ground,

Town valet don't play around

Pitching cocaine like Greg Maddux on the mound

Your partner hit a five cause he shorted me a pound

Under arm kush so you know it smell musty

Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys

'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,

Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie

Under arm kush so you know it smell musty

Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys,

Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's

Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies

Damn Arizona bound...

Is Atlanta takin No-Do's

With a big booty broad freaky with the dope clothes

Light green mid same color as my shell toes

Made your girl my girl cause she fronted me some elbows,

Caught her with the cool dog I'ma have to show them

Phat with the muffler in case I have to blow them

Twenty six donk riding twenty six inches

Twenty six lawyers nigga, twenty six bitches

I give it to a nigga if I catch the nigga slippin'

Hit the Eastside gotta ask for my permission

Under arm kush so you know it smell musty

Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys

'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,

Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie

Under arm kush so you know it smell musty

Sold a couple grams just to buy some red monkeys,

Moved to Atlanta, setted on Ashanti's

Took it to the hood and got it washed by the zombies

I was in seventh grade with a half an ounce of ready made

Money rules everything the hard broke my wrist blades

J's at my door, I got money on the floor

I'ma million dollar nigga on the motherfucking low

I be working twerk them powder pills, crack, and that syrup

I'm in my foreign car dog, it's from western Europe

Thousand dollar ounce same price as my insurance

Shawty stop my plates on a trappin interference

Shawty talking to me man I ain't even hear her

Seen her dance last week and I ain't even see her

I'm a fitted man, sitting man

Gucci what's the dinner dog?

Shawty low told me "you is in the city dog"

Under arm kush so you know it smell musty

Sold a couple ounces just to buy some red monkeys

'74 old school setted on Ashanti's,

Sittin around and get my car washed by a junkie