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Big W Fuck all the talk get straight to business Rap shit like a gift but this ain't no Christmas Stay with baddies round but nah I ain't on no pimp shit Umma have that tootsie sliding on'em lords my witness Ratio bout 10 to 1 so choosy we pick shit Way too many opps up in this spliff told my Younging hit this Wonder why them Weston boys Soo hot It's cause the strip lit Better watch out how you step Being around the dawg dem thats a privilege If said then it's big facts You the type to run your mouth I know you big cap We don't do the back and forth this ain't no chit chat We the ones that initiates the shits This ain't no get back Ugh Colour bundles call it riff raff Smell like I got money when I step in make'em tip hats She think she the one for me But baby I can't cuff that Married to the street lil baby I can't get that love back (It's gone) Fuck all the talk get straight to business Rap shit like a gift but this ain't no Christmas Stay with baddies round but nah I ain't on no pimp shit Umma have that tootsie sliding on'em lords my witness Ratio bout 10 to 1 so choosy we pick shit Way too many opps up in this spliff told my Younging hit this Wonder why them Weston boys Soo hot It's cause the strip lit Better watch out how you step Being around the dawg dem thats a privilege I'm back in the kitchen With pots and a pan and a apron Im cookin' up I'm not even wearing a mask When I'm spinning your block They already knew it's us I'm moving too fast You niggas too slow I got em thinking I'm booted up My dick a balloon You'll think is my birthday By the Way that she blew it up You say you a demon Whenever you meet me It's like Talking to lucifer This shit will go down right now If you say that it's up My niggas will shoot it up And we ain't leaving no witness You been acting too nosey Bitch you better mind your business You gon fuck around and get your wig split Don't be tryna give me no kisses Fuck all the talk get straight to business Rap shit like a gift but this ain't no Christmas Stay with baddies round but nah I ain't on no pimp shit Umma have that tootsie sliding on'em lords my witness Ratio bout 10 to 1 so choosy we pick shit Way too many opps up in this spliff told my Younging hit this Wonder why them Weston boys Soo hot It's cause the strip lit Better watch out how you step Being around the dawg dem thats a privilege Yea this Glizzy got no kick back They say Gucci why you do that I so sick and tired of chit chat When you hear that click clack get flat Everybody say they stepping Just put a beam on my FN Couple thousands to these youngings They shoot at you and your best friend Even if you get locked up they'll come catch you in south detention I got gunners overseas And got gunners from east to westend I keep killers all around me but I still keep me a weapon I done seen some niggas do some shit I ain't willing to mention Fuck all the talk get straight to business Rap shit like a gift but this ain't no Christmas Stay with baddies round but nah I ain't on no pimp shit Umma have that tootsie sliding on'em lords my witness Ratio bout 10 to 1 so choosy we pick shit Way too many opps up in this spliff told my Younging hit this Wonder why them Weston boys Soo hot It's cause the strip lit Better watch out how you step Being around the dawg dem thats a privilege
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