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Ametriyus Thomas
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Countin' this paper
Like my bitches in 2 different flavors
We some dog ass niggas nah you can't tame us
Can't let the money change ya
Boy you betta have aim yuh
Since you flashin' that thang yuh
They like meechy boy I just can't feel him
Try to play like he dumb we gone
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Try to play like he dumb we gone drill him
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Said he tweaked off the meds that's the real him
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Ain't no debatin' bout who the greatest
These niggas they know I can really make it
Houses got shot at robbed at niggas ain't know that them houses was really vacant
Shawty so bad she get to slobbin' and she go knees like she really meagan
And niggas on the gram like we ain't gone make it
Show the bitch cash then she gone shake it
Brodie tryna show his ass boy we gone raid em
And i'm rockin' them chains like i'm goin' through
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And i'm rockin' them chains like i'm goin' through slavery
Only met a few months now you talkin' bouta a baby
Try to play and like a dutch boy we gone blaze em
Niggas always got they hands out talkin' bout a favor
Boy you betta go get yo mans now for we go grave em
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Said the show's on
But when ever it goes on
Just know I gotta keep my fuckin' pole on
Bankroll and my wrist on frozone
New baguette want that bitch rubi rose gold
No I gotta stay wit my dog like Todo
Steady hangin' stayin' round a nigga who told on you
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Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas
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