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4 Strains (feat. PMG T-Rell) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lo Life Ski
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Tommy Bouie




Lo Life Ski - 4 Strains (feat. PMG T-Rell) Lyrics




I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor yea
I just pulled up in a mother f*cking creature
They know it was me, you could tell by the reefer
She want to f*ck and her man want a feature
I'm fresh to death its like every day Easter
Hall fg fame, put my name in the rafters, take you to school like the FAFSA
Graduated to the right turn my tassel, cheese head like a mother f*cking packer
Please dont compare me to me to rappers, cuz most of these niggas be actors
Bless yo lil bitch like the pastor, pin her to the mat like I'm a wrestler
I just started my car from the kitchen, lota ice on my tee call me Lipton
Like Snootie just stacking and flipping, tryna sit back and count for a living
I just twist me up four different strains, ask yo bitch bet she know who I am
She gone slide like the doors on a van, do my own stunts Jackie Chan
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor
T-Rell
I'm smoking intercontinental presidential, strain kicking like a baby
Head to the trap doing about 80, clip on the gun hold another 80
I'm in the trenches grinding for the bag, hand on the gun tryna find the mag
I told you its nothing conscience getting heavy
Hit the game winner nigga thats confetti
Doing the dash tryna hold it steady, clip on the gun curve cuz I'm ready
I'm in her dreams tell her call me Freddy, I rub on her ass she rubbing on my belly
You sending out threats tell them come and get me
I'm on the block Bobby and the Whitney
Double the cup damn near lost a kidney, took me a trip flying thru the city
Niggas be hating soon as you get it, made it from nothing now they want to get me
Carbon 15 riding around with me, cop me a 40 call new edition
Aint with that taking really bout that action
Foot to the pedal checking your reaction
Make me an offer tellem no subtracting
Foot to the medal checking your reaction
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor yea
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I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor yea
I just pulled up in a mother f*cking creature
They know it was me, you could tell by the reefer
She want to f*ck and her man want a feature
I'm fresh to death its like every day Easter
Hall fg fame, put my name in the rafters, take you to school like the FAFSA
Graduated to the right turn my tassel, cheese head like a mother f*cking packer
Please dont compare me to me to rappers, cuz most of these niggas be actors
Bless yo lil bitch like the pastor, pin her to the mat like I'm a wrestler
I just started my car from the kitchen, lota ice on my tee call me Lipton
Like Snootie just stacking and flipping, tryna sit back and count for a living
I just twist me up four different strains, ask yo bitch bet she know who I am
She gone slide like the doors on a van, do my own stunts Jackie Chan
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor
T-Rell
I'm smoking intercontinental presidential, strain kicking like a baby
Head to the trap doing about 80, clip on the gun hold another 80
I'm in the trenches grinding for the bag, hand on the gun tryna find the mag
I told you its nothing conscience getting heavy
Hit the game winner nigga thats confetti
Doing the dash tryna hold it steady, clip on the gun curve cuz I'm ready
I'm in her dreams tell her call me Freddy, I rub on her ass she rubbing on my belly
You sending out threats tell them come and get me
I'm on the block Bobby and the Whitney
Double the cup damn near lost a kidney, took me a trip flying thru the city
Niggas be hating soon as you get it, made it from nothing now they want to get me
Carbon 15 riding around with me, cop me a 40 call new edition
Aint with that taking really bout that action
Foot to the pedal checking your reaction
Make me an offer tellem no subtracting
Foot to the medal checking your reaction
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game, I'm the pastor
I got four different strains in a glass jar
Sliding thru the city in my nascar
Took off on them niggas like im NASA
Bless you with this game like the pastor yea
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Writer: Tommy Bouie
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