| I fuck your bitch she get in love
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| I get a word up to my nigger
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| They gon’come and stick you up.
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| Money on my mind,
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| If it ain’t money, it ain’t nothing.
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| Niggers pillow talking with those bitches,
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| But she get no luck.
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| Seven grams in my blood, we ride around,
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| We deep as fuck.
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| I be trying to chill, but my young niggers light you up All this money in my pocket, hit it clever, throw it up.
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| Yeah, I’m probably with some callie nigger,
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| They’gon’throw it up!
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| West filling, nigger, west really my side.
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| Niggers switch side, they don’t really wanna ride.
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| I be really in that bitch, 20 niggers on my side.
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| Really in thsi bitch, 2 other niggers yelling mine!
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| All the B.C.'s and G.C.'s on me,
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| And I brought warlords, niggers kill for me.
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| 2000 shooters in the A, niggers steal for me.
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| Can’t do wrong shit, hood holds love.
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| I’m the top, as soon as they see yay stolen from me.
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| I’mma shoot the teeth off your face, shit, it ain’t nothing.
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| Bitch, boy, I’mma pound with your wheat, boy,
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| No, I’mma shooter, right now I aim at your neck, boy.
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| Give my strength back, Gimme my chain back,
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| Take that fat roller back!
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| They call him big daddy, 'cause he the bitch in the house. |