Can't-E-Lope Lyrics

Dis shit type hard

Hop on another one you know, this is from the Ventsesh Records

This is what we do it for

It's a

Hop in the Stu till dey can't take it no more

I was stuck on my own, had to kick down every motherfucking door

Out here I'm the West End Explorer

Fucking with a chick, she kinda look like dora

I ain't hit tho

It be on them days where I

I ain't letting it go

So I be

Spitting game two get into that of flow

And I got the bitch feening like

I'm that good dope

She said, I'm

Her last hope in man

I got all her hope

That's on G, that's on

That's on sealed like envelope

That shit, that shit big ass meal like antelope

I remember back yard eating cantaloupe I was a kid

Now I'm a man

Need me a plate of ribs

Alright, that's a wrap

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