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From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. |
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No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. |
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A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. |
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You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn |
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It's a lot of young niggas running around calling themselves bosses |
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I gotta shout my niggs Glizzy out nigga |
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Niggas getting money |
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Making motherfucking major moves |
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By his motherfucking self |
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Self made in this Bitch! |
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Today I seen bricks |
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A lot, A lot of bricks |
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These Giuseppes are 40 |
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Got a .40 on my hip |
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Plug told me \"Shy, boy, you gonna be rich!\" |
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Now he wanna be best boys |
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I get 'em off too quick |
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I took a trip too Cuba |
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Met Ricky he the ruler |
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My necklace is Cuban |
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Shoutouts too my jeweler |
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I'm a winner, you're a loser |
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I'm a giver, you're a user |
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You're bitch, she a chooser |
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On my dick, she droolin' |
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I pop champagne [?] |
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I'm in pain, I'm suffering |
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Make it rain, all hundreds |
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Better make that pussy keep jumping |
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My young niggas on drugs |
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They don't really get no love |
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For an 8-ball and some dubs |
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They'll send your ass flying with the dubs |
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I sell, narcotics |
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To put money in my pocket |
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You want it, I got it |
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You touch it, then you buy it |
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These shoes, designer |
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You want 'em, can't find 'em |
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Flew to Rome, not China |
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Big Dog, you a minor |
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Need a job, got work |
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Broke bitch, betta twerk |
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I'm high, off Earth |
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I'll take a nigga ass off Earth |
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Coolin' with my Eses |
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They toatin them SK's |
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I got water, I got yay |
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Young Jefe |
