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Dwayne J Barnes
Dwayne J Barnes
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Yeah... Me and GP in the hellcat Red Eye... Skurt Double Up double get your cash don't fuck it up Double Up double Up stack your bread nice cuts Double Up double Up now I'm getting money now you wanna fuck Double Up double Up Living fast run it up Run it up run it up run it Up get your cash boy Double up double up double up make your shit spread boy Stack your bread get your paper Get your money nice cuts Double Up double Up run it Up run it up I've been on my own and I've been doing me I ain't never never need I planted the seed to watch it grow and I ain't never never leave No I got a son and he be on the beats now they yelling D3 And every time I look at him I'm seeing me the apples right next to the tree Now I am up Now I am up My moneys right now you wanna to talk But then I ain't have paper But the same flow you can get the fuck I am all about me myself Irene and I no matter the shots that you take to my head I would never ever die Sitting high like a Tonka truck old money you a young buck When they hear this they be going nuts Feeling myself like some bad struts Running laps they can't pass us The way That y'all dress it be so suss I be fresh like a cold cut Money money money throw it up Double Up double get your cash don't fuck it up Double Up double Up stack your bread nice cuts Double Up double Up now I'm getting money now you wanna fuck Double Up double Up Living fast run it up Run it up run it up run it Up get your cash boy Double up double up double up make your shit spread boy Stack your bread get your paper Get your money nice cuts Double Up double Up run it Up run it up
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