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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hook N Sling
Hook N Sling
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Maniscalco
Anthony Maniscalco
Composer
Virman Coquia
Virman Coquia
Composer
Kevin Nishimura
Kevin Nishimura
Composer
James Roh
James Roh
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hook N Sling
Hook N Sling
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All these freaks around
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
Better break yourself
[Verse 2]
King of the chill, playin' for life
I like bitches rolling blunts for me
When I drive
Too slick for these big polite's
I'm pushing weight in K-Town
Like a bag of rice
Two tokes and I'm loco, loco
Bitch, give me head while I'm flipping off the po-po
Pimp shit, take a sip of the potion
I'm acting these hoes
With that ass into motion
West coasting, all that dope flip like a roach clip
Another big chick with her own shit
Breaking in yo house, girl I'm in and out
Yo, I turn it out, turn it out
[Verse 3]
Chrome wheels stay spinning, hoes grinning
I'm winning, flip it right
Sundays I'm sinning, no tripping
Just dipping, ya, to the light
[Verse 4]
Where the freaks at, at the motel
Where G's hit you up like a jail cell
Put your hands up to the top shelf
All my bitches better break yourself
Better break yourself
[Verse 5]
All these freaks around
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
You better break yourself
All these freaks around,
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
You better break yourself
[Verse 6]
What it do, all my macks and hoes
Hit the jack and roll
We get it cracking though, thorough
House of thanks, where I smoke the finest
So tantalizing to my cheeky eyelids
That match my eye drop, low like the bass
Gotta love my view of skrt, match the bass
I could kill that coot two thousand one ways
Give her cushion dick, till she forgot about Drey
So when we gonna fuck, murder was the case
Got yo ice screaming on the rug
Let me get a taste, yum
And we ain't never cum
Pass it to my homie Nate
East side, throw it up, moving, never playa hate
Chrome wheels stay spinning, hoes grinning
I'm winning, uh, we do it right
Tonight I'm sinning, no tripping
Just dip it, uh, for the light
[Verse 7]
Where the freaks at, at the motel
Where the Gs hit you up like a jail cell
Put your hands up to the top shelf
All my bitches better break yourself
Better break yourself
[Verse 8]
All these freaks around
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
Better break yourself
All these freaks around
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
Better break yourself
[Verse 9]
All these freaks around
Make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around
I'm only smokin' on the finest trees
So break yourself
Better break yourself
Written by: Anthony Maniscalco, James Roh, Kevin Nishimura, Terrence Thornton, Virman Coquia
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