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200k packed away Got it in a safe No, pussy boy, I don't play Try me any day Might fuck around - turn a sunny sky grey Might fuck around - make your woman mine don't play Stilleto flipping, clutch kicking, slut gripping That is Ghost Gun-toting, blunt smoking, dope loading Turn 'em toast McQueen jacket, chain snatching, never lacking Ten toes Net is half a milli' undisclosed Try me A.T.O Where they at Where they at Wanna see 'em bleed Where they at Where they at Wanna see 'em bleed Where they at Where they at Wanna see 'em scream Where they at Where they at Wanna see 'em scream You could never come into my city Let alone my street These pussies act sweet, but they claim they street Don't cap on me Racks on racks I don't see cents, G I got rats in the lab Cooking laced 'phetamine I'm skinny as fuck - but I'll still fight And if I can't, that's why I bought the pipe I'm serving rocks right from the kitchen to these crackhead's pipes I've got more jewelry than your bitch that's why she tryna spend the night Every single time I drive you know I'm burning rubber I hit that shit from 2 to 3 and then you hear that flutter I press that pussy ass hoe and then I laugh - he stutter You owe me bread, pay it or die bitch there is no discussion I got the K up in my lap like I'm a fucking Russian I'm with five hoes sipping on yac you sipping Robitussin Smuggled in a Q a key of coke, could give a fuck bout customs Run up, gun him down to death you know that I am never bluffing Choke that bitch out while I fuck her Wanna hear her stutter Sitting in the rex with a cutter Let 'em hear that thunder Gun him and his brother down and then I'll tell his mother Piss right down onto his fucking grave 187 numbers
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