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Young Cooley
Young Cooley
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Brandon Thomas
Brandon Thomas
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This Is Madness
This Is Madness
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Lyrics

Lambo got him mad as fuck his daddy was a duck I'm a self made nigga I could never self-destruct I'm a self made millionaire got millions in the tuck I know real plug niggas they got chickens you can pluc Say you wanna see me win why we not winning then You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again Don't need no friendly friends this FN flip many vans This glock got a 50 on it fuck you many men Mannn we flying lears again poppin all year again I got diamonds like Iverson inside my ears again New Ferrari which the the gears again yo bitch I reel em in When we hear the news they got his ass you know we cheer again Lamborghini bitch I reel em in come pop a pill with Ben When you poppin you can pop a friend And hop inside a Benz We got options nigga we eat lobster of that pasta then Playing wit dat gwalla you get shot by all my Rasta friends Money on ya head Head shot won't even hit the legs Drive bys got niggas sleepin on the floor they scared of beds Act & Red Activist ain't dead you niggas broke just said it Load & spray it You niggas can't box wit me I sugar ray it Niggas round here actin like they sippin boy that sudafed Niggas round here acting like they real but they true to feds Fuck a newly wed Bitch I'm married to the game I want some juicy head Heard what Cooley said Say you wanna see me win why we not winning then You miss the one you suppose to hit that go spin again Don't need no friendly friends this FN flip many vans This glock got a 50 on it fuck you many men Mannn we flying lears again Poppin all year again I got diamonds like Iverson inside my ears again New Ferrari switch the gears again yo bitch I reel em in When we hear the news they got his ass you know we cheer again Spot his ass, got his ass He went from bumpin Gotti to a bodybag I gotta brag I'm popping tags I got it bad I pull up in that shhhh mannnn I got em mad Fuck it mannn I told em its ok told dat hoe come my way Told that bitch you gotta eat my dick just like food on a plate Told that bitch I'm going great I got ice on me like lakes Told that bitch you know I pop my shit and it ain'no debate Bitch I'm rolling just like skates Tony know I'm having flakes Told that bitch you know we fuckin right we don't go on dates Told that bitch you know we fuckin right we don't go on dates Told that bitch you got to find a ride yo house a long way Say you wanna see me win why we not winning then You miss the one you suppose to hit that mean go spin again Don't need no friendly friends this FN flip many vans This glock got a 50 on it fuck you many men Mann we flying lears again Poppin all year again I got diamonds like Iverson inside my ears again New Ferrai switch the gears again yo bitch I reel em in When we hear the news they got his ass you know we cheer again Lambo got him mad as fuck his daddy was a duck I'm a self-made millionaire can never self destruct Self made millionaire got millions in the tuck I know real plug niggas they got chickens you can pluc
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