Texty:
Double Stamp

There's a change been comin' over you Well you burn back baby now what can I do And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin' It ain't worth

Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo, cut it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? (Double barrel

blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99 I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double

cocaine make ya speakers blow Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp

got a double Tongue you never think he would lie Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire Don't you know he can make you forget you're a man Gonna stamp

me, out here breakin' they spine But they got 7 different levels for they minions to mind I want you both Shorty, go get it crunk Sorty I see your ATL stamp

the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help Uhh, here double XL, double

grid like a Tupac tale While her-on rock smells make the cops tail My third eye is my rail, on this L of thought With Afrocentric stamps I'm mailin'

gotta man then why you sippin on my rum cup? im one quick hitter to bust and get you riddled i get you wide open and shoot like Harry Bittlez let your double