Can't-E-Lope

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

Dats a good minute thirty
One minute thirty



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Writer(s): Raul Seijo
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