| I run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Thats why i…
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| run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Met me a top notch about 19
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| saw the goldies and let me up in the splene
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| she got freaky when she smoked that weed
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| thats why i couldnt wait to make the young bitch bleed.
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| i had my champagne cut with some rump in the butt
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| in the back seats where i ??
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| she said cant be yo bitch but i just love to fuck
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| man i be havin them type of ho’s coughing up blood and guts.
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| No matter what i got the access checked the mattress and got my strap cause
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| rival hoods’ll have you end up thats why i carry that Mini-Mac…
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| 10 on the dot and im at yo spot (now what?)
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| in the Cut with the killa green and it really aint all that bad if you supply
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| me some splene.
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| Know what i mean i had to check that ho
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| if not i bet u’d see that bitches brains on the flo'.
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| (You know) my weed aint have no seeds in it
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| foggin up the Cutlas Supreme
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| rollin down the street in it.
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| Aint to need in it if there aint no weed in it
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| nigga i be off the hook like a telephone when fuckin with some of dat light
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| green seasonin'.
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| Anyways, i had the black briefcase
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| and im’a leave this situation without a trace
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| we gets to the place i dont really wanna do it all night long
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| but im off that Ol E and im’a probly do it all night long.
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| In the morning im gone.
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| When you be hittin me on my dispatch
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| you be tellin em you the main one
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| but now fuck what you yellin cuz i…
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| …run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Thats why i…
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| run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Met this bitch while i was lookin for a zip
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| she had a seven-deuce Cut and i was trippin off da.
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| i was off dat Alize, everyday, hard as fuck
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| knowin bootches aint shit so i fucked that notch in the back of the
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| Cut and got the fuck up
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| Saw my nigga Phonk Beta picked him up
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| he had a fat sack of bomb and a blunt i said roll it up.
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| Now im twisted with a pitch grip on the Alize and two miles away
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| from a hit i met the other day told her i was on my way… over…
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| in my brothers cocaine white nova
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| shift kit, high rise manifold, 350 motor
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| told her i was two years older
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| cuz i run through ho’s like pounds of the douja'.
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| I run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Thats why i…
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| I run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Thats why im runnin through them ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sittin' bitches on the curb and hittin' the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| Thats why i run through ho’s like pounds of weed
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| sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
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| and all these years i cant believe
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| somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
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| UH fo’the nine nebin
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| Aint got no down ass bitch on my side
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| You know Phonk Beta (what up?)
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| Down ass bitch on my side.
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| Just had a brand new baby.
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| Fo the nine nebin (nebin)
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| Baby Kevin |