| Went from more marsh clears than mackage
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| Hermes scarfs m series the package
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| A good dude need a bad bitch
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| It’s no reading when the mags lift
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| Still creepin with my last chick
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| Was pamperin niggas, training them how to have shit
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| Need a whole, fuck all that half shit
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| The winter too long to act like I never had shit
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| Pimp still on winnin feel some
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| Said the young talent was swag like Ben Grill son
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| Shots hittin the 7, they tryina kill som
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| Quarter mill done, niggas slid like when the bill come
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| But thank god I know how to make shit
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| And get old girl go in and get shit
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| Niggas we bank after bank, we try to rape shit
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| Then go drink after drink, and celebrate shit
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| Same class with street legends
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| Deep measures with niggas that blast the heat better
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| Funny style, don’t laugh but speak clever
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| Dark knights, get you killed faster than Heath Ledger
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| Rap bane, 2 guns Max Payne
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| Pac came for the worst shower, jack chain
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| You cats changed when getting some trap change
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| Arrogant, act strange, I’m cocky I act damed
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| Dash at me, you give me the ass pass you
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| 65 clash you I be the swag master
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| Sensei Bentley washed in wax after
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| Hit all stars in the morn then Sax after
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| If you ask for it, the arm lift
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| Rose is on the dashboard like orange zip
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| Black everything, chrome rims, my arm sick
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| Knockin every track out without a palm fist
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| The game whack so I’m back again
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| Niggas in the trap like what’s happening
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| They wanna see a nigga rap again
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| I ain’t on it but the homies not havin it
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| Niggas talk that fly shit, I does that, that’s my shit
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| They like V you ain’t comfortable
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| You don’t come for mone, you ain’t a huxtable
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| I feel like a when he put out the venguish
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| Or like ec when that sl was dangerous
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| It’s too hot for these fake shits
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| I done got too hot was on my main shit
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| I played the block where Ox Rot and Jason
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| Put my money on Poo, G Spot, he acin
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| I got 3 spots I’m chasin
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| Dolla for dolla, servin out of my basement
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| I see a lot of replacements, we lean on you
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| Like we gotta be wasted
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| Just take what’s out of the safe then
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| Too many keys, said he gotta be maintenance
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| I’m in the t top slot, it’s been a month
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| You niggas only reracked once, sellin d brown
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| While d block buck, in the town
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| I put 8 balls like a Reebok tuck
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| Ah, you can smell the piff, ain’tgotta open the bag
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| You could tell it’s it, yeah import her a bag
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| It’s what you tell this bitch
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| That’s all corny and sad, I can tell you bitch |