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I'm On Amonia Dope Champelle

This Amonia Dope Champelle
Told me this so well
Get your ass ready to leave
West La cause granny's here in excel

I don't suppose to be homeless
But grandma done come from the dead
Relatives who reading this
Escape as if running from the feds

She seven foot eleven really and
Be working at ralphs short
I'm gonna keep calling her Auntee
Y'all escape I'm finally caught

Gets some money and help
The homeless in thy area
Listen bitches grandma ain't
Gone be scared of yah

She in belt land obey
Y'all need to and I mean it
Now ain't the time to be
Muthafuckan at wrong time conceited

I'm the one caught but I
Can explain my situation
Indeed a bank account I need
I got money in fixations

Plus I'm drunk off this A Mwelle
This is to respectable of a high
To my other grandma's grandma
It was ah gained without a try

Listen if u a grown Auntee
Don't come near me
I will be running from thee
Watch me head bust outta hee

Call Jemiya or Yajemi
They both 7foot eight
Hell I'm too got damn drunk
On homemade to belt whoop fate






Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
Published
Author's Note
Jefferson/Overland for those who listen. Sandals out!
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