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Faded on the Henny I'm in need of Champagne Mayor of my city I don't even campaign We never say sorry, fuck the authorities I get stamps from customs, you get them from the club Man, check your priorities See Deebee hate his job, but Dee be halfway to a DV9 I think he'll be fine And Do be out in kinds every summer time hit me like Bas gotta come one time And Ash out in Dubai, and Gwelly my nigga I ain't seen him in a minute so he probably got a new ride And ya'll know One Hunna, and Reds gettin' fed My nigga 500 and my niggas have a Q Ride Reminiscing on the Q Ride I'm talking about the bus They talk about the city now they talk about us Now it's a 50 I need money like Puff Man, I be on my grind 'til I'm out in Mount Rush and Ced just got bread, cop a ounce Puff Don't care nigga next year, charge it to the budget Fuck it! Last winter You got a Fatty honey, I could build a tent on it Bring ya girls too, whole clique roll it Ride around the city, no tints on it Get money like throw around like dick to these hoes Stick to the cold, you murky water But you only like hip to the toes I'm hip to it this how you get to it You ready? Get to it take another hit to the heady Woo! Take another sip man Nigga get a grip get a grip nigga sprint to the Feddy Yeah, we never say sorry, fuck the authorities I get stamps from customs, you get them from the club Man, check your priorities Nigga, Fuck lions, tigers and a bear too I'ma plant a money tree and to bear fruit Ced on the beat, this is year two Bitch all of my dreams just seem so lucid, sweet Man what is life, I don't know, but I love this life, sweet Last winter, sweet, four hundred nights She a freak in them sheets all one at night But don't tell you niggas never see me Black Santa In Santarelli Paris, France I be no L's Living out of Hotels but oh well Cause this shit so pays so well And we runnin', them niggas wanna front Play dumb but they know well Bring it back Them bitches wanna front, play dumb but they know well She ain't heard from me Last winter She always call me on my phone sayin' Bassy when I see ya Told her only at my show Last winter Last winter She always call me on my phone sayin' Bassy when I see ya Told her only at my show Last winter
Writer(s): Richard William Roebuck, Frank Alstin, Abbas Hamad, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Cedric Blake Brown, Charles Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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