rottenlungz - Mojave Wasteland (feat. Kels Dead)

It's about that time just like Miles Davis
When I walk by every step be gracious
Hop ona plane on my way to Vegas
They say it's a dessert I'm the oasis
Ride
On the way to the fuckin west side
Big 100 spoke rims bitch we ride
Dice on the rear view, blunts got me fried
Burberry suits with the alligator hide
Yeah, what you mean? Like that
There go Los the pimp counting stacks
Bitch, get yo ass packed with my gat
1, 2 fingers off my glove, get slapped
1, 2 bullets out my 9 get clapped
1, 2 many fucking blunts, need a nap
Need a nap need a nap fuck...
Pull up let's just face it
This is another game
You can't play it
It's irrelevant
The way you made it
You can't save it
You can't fake it
It's outdated
You just hate it
But hold up
Let's just say it, say it
Experience is the best bet that you will ever see
One day you up 100 next day you down 70
I'm just tryna be the best that I could ever be
On-on my way with them wages
We just made it straight to Vegas
Poppin' cases we ain't chasing
In them tables getting aces
Bad ass bitch and she naked
It's the game and I'm in it for the taking
Taking
Hop back right in the table you know I'm all in
Put ya money on Azmatic we neva folding
Breaking down the doja, woods steady rolling
Coughed up a lung (Fuck) dope too potent
Hop back right in the table you know I'm all in
Put ya money on Azmatic we neva folding
Breaking down the doja, woods steady rolling
Coughed up a lung (Fuck) dope too potent

Written by:
Carlos Velazquez, Kelvyn Napoles

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