| Free DDawg
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| (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
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| Cocaine all white GNikes, so I hit the street right
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| Hangin round actin like they lost some, know what it be like
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| I done seen how they change when im down
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| Riding round that P, smokin dope just singin loud
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| Muthafuck em if they dont know I ain’t gotta show
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| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin strong though
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| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
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| Causin me to head on
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| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
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| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
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| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin around
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| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now
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| Hella blocks, hella chops, thirty shottas, no trap spot
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| Plain Jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot
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| Get that rollie imma send it back I dont like how the bezel sized
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| Scared for a nigga to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots
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| Soon as it drop then the body drop
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| Police comin, call it through the cell
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| She ain’t wit' a nigga she ain’t around me now
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| It was the same way laid inside a cell
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| Tryna step on sum', payin to get me killed
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| In that red eye straight from out of hell
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| Got to much money to be out here stuntin'
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| And these dirty bitches dont wanna let me live
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| What you talkin? |
| All my kids got M’s and P’s
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| I knock sum' off I don’t wanna talk
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| Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
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| Fuck em all, I achieve
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| I ain’t gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve
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| Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show
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| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
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| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
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| Causin me to head on
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| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
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| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
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| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around
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| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now
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| Big stack, look there go Youngboy his lil ass wit' that big gat
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| Cemetary yard, I can’t pass, tell 'em risk that
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| Dont care bout how you cut it you not makin me
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| Give a fuck bout if they clutchin I say spray that shit
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| I say pop that boy, I say shoot that bitch
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| While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist
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| I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain’t got no kick
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| I say Lean, stand, stand right, aim right nigga for you hit that stick
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| What you talkin? |
| All my kids got M’s and P’s
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| I knock sum' off I don’t wanna talk
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| Aye where the money where the lean, God damn
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| Fuck em all, I achieve
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| I ain’t gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve
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| Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain’t gotta show
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| Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though
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| Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home
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| Causin me to head on
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| I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I’m on
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| Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds
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| Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around
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| Tell me change but I can’t do it, I’m fresh cause I got money now |