| Braking her ass in the kitchen closet
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| They concern about what the floes shit
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| Potting spoon on this stove
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| This the ash to make her so fly
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| They can put the counting money sofa
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| Its only my temper but you caught boys
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| All adding lesson, start dressing
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| All goal boys
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| Get you everything from the eight ball to a hall boy
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| Hit the streets sheavy ridding like the rolls boys
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| Roll joints and pop together boys
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| Twixing fingers go bangers at the windows as we sit some danger
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| I fly by this fall that you met you maker
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| Skinny nigga but I got my waiter
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| Team OG need pocket nigga how can hate us
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| Beat the nigga out this pocket if he try to play us
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| Trick a chick with the strip we some miffing players
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| Bank rolls, they get never close, nigga pay up
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free
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| Everyone just wanna be free man
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| Five deep in the hage back
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| Croaking stretch try to find where the cash at
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| Hoodie down in the black mess
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| Eight shots twelve gage wrapped in black flags
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| The code of pipes when the shelves bless
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| This the nigga on that corner that we pill back
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| To finish the job, dont shut, sending to God
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| If Im stare that dead man face while you finish the rhyme
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| Blur, anybody call us looking beyond
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| Why you snatching at this gold? |
| Take this money and roll!
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| And your conciseness will do like damn
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| Theres somebody soul
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| But the stomach aching you, cant keep scraping this chrome
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| And lets it that, and Imma ride til got breath in this lungs
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| But your drum play a sweet song, bust back as the hit come
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| Play your enemy close but never ever sleep with them
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| And fight for flags and hustlers fore jacks boys beating em
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| If you ever see that hitch back nigga you better squeeze on em
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free
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| I like to be free |