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(New whip, hydraulic we found his crib and we pop it) (I took that bitch to Paris, France outer space is our next target) (Outer space geekin' with martians) (Pussy we shot out the farthest) (He not a killer just look at his stance That nigga was never heartless) New whip, hydraulic we found his crib and we pop it I took that bitch to Paris, France outer space is our next target Outer space geekin' with martians Pussy we shot out the farthest He not a killer just look at his stance That nigga was never heartless I push the button then go, we took the top off lean back in a ghost She take her top off she giving me throat Just like a swisher that nigga get smoked He talk that talk so we cut off his throat And nigga don't run or you get exposed That boy a peasant, he far from the throne Wrap up like a present we leave him in snow, ouu I put the diamonds on my hands and iced out a watch No this is not a plain jane We could go band for band nigga its a lot This shit getting harder to maintain I up the pole right to his stril', we really bussin out brain-nains I done got up got my pockets full, so imma go get me a new chain New chain cost like a mansion If you don't believe me we could get it brackin' I shot at his feet He stay talking sweet the scene really start to get tragic I done popped so much imma freak I got on that Maybach hit backflips And we shoot from deep, we leaving the spot We left that shit dramatic New whip, hydraulic we found his crib and we pop it I took that bitch to Paris, France outer space is our next target Outer space geekin' with martians Pussy we shot out the farthest He not a killer just look at his stance That nigga was never heartless How the fuck you say you rich I never even seen your broke ass touch a band And i could never switch, i got it on flip And i got the world in my hands I let the choppa it rip, it hittin' your shit Now he havin' trouble to stand This the extendo clip, it pop pop quick It all was a part of the plan Double R and it got red seats, nigga this isn't a Bentley I got on Richard Millie and on the M's think i spent three We never seen him again, the gun i carry so deadly Don't matter what you reppin', i still knock him off with a XD New chain cost like a mansion If you don't believe me we could get it brackin' I shot at his feet He stay talking sweet the scene really start to get tragic I done popped so much imma freak I got on that Maybach hit backflips And we shoot from deep, we leaving the spot We left that shit dramatic New whip, hydraulic we found his crib and we pop it I took that bitch to Paris, France outer space is our next target Outer space geekin' with martians Pussy we shot out the farthest He not a killer just look at his stance That nigga was never heartless New whip, hydraulic we found his crib and we pop it I took that bitch to Paris, France outer space is our next target Outer space geekin' with martians Pussy we shot out the farthest He not a killer just look at his stance That nigga was never heartless
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