| I got Longway with me
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| And we done ran that sack up crazy
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| I need to see as I got you
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| Cause I done ran that sack up crazy
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| For her ring I bought her diamonds
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| 20 bands got me at your lady
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| And if I’m lying then I’m flying
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| I swear to god I done ran that sack up
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| I got Longway with me
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| And we done ran that sack up crazy
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| I need to see as I got you
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| Cause I done ran that sack up crazy
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| For her ring I bought her diamonds
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| 20 bands got me at your lady
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| And if I’m.
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| I got Longway with me
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| And we done ran that sack up crazy
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| I need to see as I got you
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| Cause I done ran that sack up crazy
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| For her ring I bought her diamonds
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| 20 bands got me at your lady
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| If I’m lying then I’m flying
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| I swear to God I done ran that sack up crazy
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| Longway my brother
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| I say blood couldn’t make us closer
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| Different daddy, different mothers
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| If I’m with him you know it’s over
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| Thou shall ride for ya brother
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| I mean protect him through whatever
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| If we don’t win, we lose together
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| Made it my oath, this shit forever
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| I say I stretch my money the longway
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| If I need some lean, I’m calling Longway
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| I got her holding me the strongway
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| And everything I said true
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| So listen to what the song say, nigga!
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| We done ran up, ran up, ran up, ran that sack up crazy
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| (longway, longway, longway)
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| We done ran up, ran up
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| We done ran that sack crazy
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| (longway, longway, longway) (2x)
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| I was schizo for them Benjamin’s, they say I do the most
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| Double R with the big grill, I’m pulling up in the Ghost
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| I got longway money, and a whole lot of rich homies
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| So lot of bands, thumbing through cash
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| Double down you know it’s on me
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| 20 bands on your bitch, she wanted diamonds
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| I bought her the rollie rollie
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| Flooded her out with big gas, I got it out the Pyrex
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| Whipping up the doughnut, the holey moley
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| She didn’t know this, she kick it with a D-boy
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| Call rich homie, we kick it Bruce Leeroy
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| So many bands stuffed in my pants
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| Running through the weed, feed me, Seymour
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| I running the sack up crazy (too cray, too cray, too cray!)
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| I’m running the sack up crazy (bam! bam! bam! bam! bam!)
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| I’m flying out to the bay, (outta here! outta here! outta here! Gone!)
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| Those are the risks that I take! |