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i got my reasons - d.b chapo lyrics

[chorus: d.b chapo]
bankroll of ben frank, you got abraham lincolns
popped it back and od’d, i saved a man seizin’
workin’ in the lab, whippin’ up got me sneezin’
if i up the baby drac’ and blow it, i got my reasons
i got my reasons, woah
i got my reasons
i got my reasons, woah
i got my reasons

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
i got my reasons, i figured out a solution for it
if i see my woadie up in the field, then i’m brewin’ for him
i’ma blow the double drum dumpin’ until i human torch it
workin’ with them guns and them bullets because i studied for it (d*mn)
i’m finna wake and bake, go back to sleep (d*mn)
got me floodin’ out the factory (d*mn)
smoke a blunt then go hit applebee’s
grew a marijuana plant as big as any apple tree
ayy, tap you with the thunder beam like i was megaman
i been stackin’ up the bricks, it feel likе i’m in legoland
i just woke up from a nap, and seen that i just made a band
pеanut b*tter bentley truck interior, i got the jam
i’m gon’ have to kick you out the crib if you step up in here
double cup filled up with activis, i ain’t got beer in here
jet*519x up in the pocket of my denim tears
i just went houdini on this hoe, lil chapo disappeared
i got bands flyin’, i’m in the strip club with a money gun
i ain’t talkin’ sweet when i say chapo got a honeybun
i’m a friend of benji, get that bbl and tommy done
different pairs of ricky boots for fashion, and my muddy ones
[pre*chorus: d.b chapo]
(d*mn)
i’m finna wake and bake, go back to sleep (d*mn)
got me floodin’ out the factory (d*mn)
smoke a blunt then go hit applebee’s
grew a marijuana plant as big as any apple tree (d*mn)

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
junkies always fiendin’, got that reason for the dough
we was spinnin’ on ’em, brother, hinges swingin’ in my door
i was spendin’ so much money in the mall, i gotta go
we was reachin’ for a pile of them [?] on the floor
i just took a new whip, i hope they don’t [?] (d*mn)
i just booked a new trip out the usa again
how you beefin’ with lil’ buddy, you the same as him
i was eatin’ chilli ramen noodles, now it’s steak and shrimp
lotta dogsh*t inside this louis, got a baby limp
boy, i’m so tall with this sh*t, i feel like peyton smith
jehovah’s witness knockin’ at my door, i said i’m atheist
promise you don’t want a one*v*one, i play the game of sticks (d*mn)
uncie bangin’ on them boys, he threw a [?]
uncie stayin’ in the bando breakin’ bees down
dog food, he count it up ’cause he be in the pound
law school, he was a trapper, he a lawyer now
we can bag it up, who wanna buy some [?], got switch*y on ’em
we was stalkin’ outside of his block, i been here since the mornin’
chapo got a eight of wock, i just poured me a six of [?]
don’t send me a message, i won’t stress it if it’s not important
ayy, he don’t got a exit, me and gang is tryin’ every door
i ain’t even stressin’, feds found him hangin’ in the force
we four deep in the whip, two of us hangin’ out the ford
.40 in my closet, bricks of cocaine in my floor
[outro: d.b chapo, ak tarantino, both]
(d*mn)
i’m finna wake and bake, go back to sleep (d*mn)
got me floodin’ out the factory (d*mn)
smoke a blunt then go hit applebee’s
grew a marijuana plant as big as any apple tree

- d b chapo lyrics

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