| Four wheelers at the compound, watching the sun go down
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| High top, my money mount
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| Pitch like Craigh through that brick crack
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| Deebo in this shit like
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| Toss me a alley I’m a dunk that bitch
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| I fucked on her, tho I didn’t really want that bitch
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| See her due to haters, so I had to take her
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| I can’t allow mistakes to be making with my paper
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| Because the game major, shuffle like a disc changer
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| Bangers, smokers, drinkers at the plane hangar
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| I maintain my vices, yeah tho I flirt with danger
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| I’m all about my money, I’m not no skirt chaser
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| Them hoes is still be around later, waiting on the real player
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go round
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| Gangsters make the world go
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| Gangsters make the world go
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| Gangsters make the
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| Paddle to the medal, moving like I’m sposed to
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| Getting rich off the streets and pro tools
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| Riding new but damn I love them oldschools
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| Streets fucked up, damn I miss them old rules
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| False flagging, niggas fronting like they g’d up
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| That’s why they double salute, when they see us
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| Keep it gangster ‘til I go
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| Silent like a marble floor
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| Want me in your city, then book me for a show
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| Living lavish and flashy like a gangster supposed
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| Draped in diamonds and gold, wearing the finest of clothes
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| Long Beach, City of God
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| Bossin' up like the mob
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| At the crab tables in Vegas, I’m with the gang going hard
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| Gangster life ‘til its over, Bentleys, Benzes and Rovers
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| You now tuned into the coldest
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| Come baby fuck with the owner
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| 19,000 or nothing, you disagree then we coming
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| Gangsters bitch, we make the world go round, don’t you forget it dummy |