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Tyler Hall
Tyler Hall
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GOGO Beats
GOGO Beats
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Yeah uh look All this shit we did it on our own So much slaps can't use my jack This cash keep hitting up my phone Lately I been pearling spliffs I swear this shit it look just like a cone This bitch keep stepping out of line I tell that bitch to watch her tone Uh yeah Grinding I feel like a Fiend If I tell you the shit we did in half a year Man you wouldn't believe And I know we gone make it Cant worry about it We Planting the seeds Out in Miami in drop tops With five bitches we feeling the breeze And i'm not one to talk a lot But when we come through them niggas gone see Yeah uh look I don't gotta say it Big Money Big Racks Whole gang gone pull up in the latest Know that i'm smoking exotic trees Sherbmoney got me faded See it I want it you know imma pay it If I need it I just might take it Creed and weed these bitches they jacking the fragrance I know what they see in me big money they thinking i'm A-list Lot of model bitches but my favorite ting nameless And I fucked a lot of niggas bitches in my time now i'm jaded Really though I can not fuck with no silly hoe Lot of niggas from my sides They thorough I feel like the king of my city though Yeah I hear you I ain't showing no pity though We go together but i'm feeling like Diddy though And I keep a knocks cause you know how that envy go Loved by most still hated by many though
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