| She say I’m addicted she ain’t wrong that’s all I know
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| Why you want a dollar
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| All about profit
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| Making a deposit
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| Money stack counter
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| Count up till ya time up
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| Don’t tell me that’s all we know
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| Can’t you get some water
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| You suffer from mirages
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| How it’s hard to digest
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| I can’t see when that’s all we know
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| Now I rhyme for dimes, wasn’t eating, Ramadan
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| You can hear it in my vocals but they’ll tell you
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| They’ll let you know
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| Grind like a grinder whip work in progress
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| On it like a prowler she on me creepy crawly
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| Drought what you on hit her with that wind up
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| Drop it like a pine cone
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| Spin her like a vinyl
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| Knock it out the lining
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| She’ll tell you that’s what she want
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| We can go where the wind don’t blow
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| Came from the ground no holes
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| Came to bring hail no snow when will we stop heaven knows
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| I was raised by felons ain’t no know ain’t no telling
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| Get that pack then you sell it do not let it be a relic
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| My hand to hand exquisite
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| Wet her pussy, keep it misty
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| Hit her with that whiskey hit stick you get out what you put in
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| They say I’m frying my cells
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| Or hell or jail
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| My gremlins don’t tell
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| My bitches whole sale
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| Fuck around and get you failed
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| Hammys a get you nailed
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| You don’t get a chance to yell
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| My turtle don’t come out its shell
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| She ugly as hell she can’t hit the L
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| You frail run shit I don’t leave no trail
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| In hell why we in hell
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| In hell while we inhale
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| In hell, why we in hell
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| In hell while we inhale
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| Pop the the kush out the bale
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| Bars start to propel
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| Nigga get it in the mail
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| Tryna get my check sale
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| Inhale why we in hell
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| I ain’t even got to yell
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| Niggas been on the block
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| But I’m not gone fail
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| Fuck with me dog
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| I won’t steer you wrong
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| We came from the ground like gravel
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| We spaced out like Tau
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| All it took was a while
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| Hoes on the hound wanna blow a nigga down
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| Like wind no cloud she pop that pussy make a negro proud
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| Get money I bounce
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| We ain’t lounging in the lounge
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| Came in the game like whoosh
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| She don’t give a fuck don’t boost
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| Jumper cables give me a boost
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| Timber her get the boot
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| Army green on me like a troop
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| She seeking me like the truth |