LYRICS TO: "ON MY BRIEFCASE"Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed/
A pack of Saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e./
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes/
In my 69 malibu sittin' on trues and vogue/s
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes/
With some you can't see me tint on the windows endo syndrome/
Smokin' it up, not givin' a muthafuckin' fizuck/
Sold the cut, my ex-hoe said that nigga's squatin' what?/
Got at the homie carl, and got some of that bomb/
Had me so fuckin' high i got off like vietnam/
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock po/t
And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop/
It's just that insane type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain/
Siccmade niggas they make the world go round/
And if you fuck with siccmade music you can get your ass gunned down...
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