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Pockets they fat they swolled up huh Mmmmm mmm know nun huh Uhhh uhhh know nun up Uhhhh uhhh roll one up Pockets stay fat they swolled up huh Twelve pulling up I don't know nun huh Swear I was smoking on gas now I don't no more They like why three keep a gun on him Send my niggas to attack they gone run on him Hit em with a blitz so we running to the rim Gotta keep a big stick can't fold on him Know he getting rich so it's hoes on him Cold hearted young nigga cuz the world so dim Wet the whole block then we float on him Why he let em in the gang if he told on him Nah we can't hang if he ain't fonem Yeah shawty you a dime but you ain't no gem Why these niggas steady plotting like we ain't gone kill Hella numb to the pain girl I ain't gone feel If i'm rocking with you girl I ain't gone fail Niggas steady yelling gang they ain't ringing no bells Free my brothas out the chains they ain't getting no bail They gone take it to the trial cuz I ain't gone tell Tell her give me lap top cuz she ain't no dell One hand shoot the blick but I ain't Odell Thirty three pulling up but I ain't grant hill Ex bitch fucked my dog and I still rant still Know these niggas steady plotting so i'm still wearing steels New bitch dripped out shawty still wearing heels Know a couple niggas that still gone drill Know a couple niggas thats still in the field Know a couple niggas that a get a nigga peeled Shawty got too many bodies so I can't get appealed All white like Drake so I ain't gone kneel Member all them nights where it ain't no meals Shawty steady telling lies why you ain't gone spill Shawty tryna run game she ain't paying no bills Know I like a pretty lightskin chick in teal Nigga thinking shit sweet til his shit get peeled Hunnit round drum thinking this shit Wilt Get a bulletproof whip yeah this shit getting shield Really had stick ever since we was little Fuck around and pop a perc and i'm still hitting seals Said he standing on businesses well this shit get real Nigga talking shit and now he sowed up huh Used to let shit slide now i'm grown up huh Hellcats on the block doing donuts huh You was talking on the net why you holding yo tongue Girl now you gone try to come rub on my body ain't wifing no thottie Know three three like Scottie the life of the party Fuck his bitch now I got her all wet like tsunamis Know i'm upping this blick if you think you gone try me Know i'm loving this shit and my bitch call me papi Used to pull up with them sticks and we coming like five deep Flash on the pole when it click but we ain't paparazzi Seven six twos they gone burn in his stomach like takis
Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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