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From the depths of c.c Back to opollocks Sly ki's be that nigga on the the block Y'all niggas will duck duck the glock See me slide in the spot with a day on freeze Hoe's love me when they see me cause the ride ain't leased My loose leave got my brad hoe's get loose when we leave Nigga who's he The one with the locksmith keys Your 89 Porsche I'm Bentley please The one I had ya bitch tossed up in She flossed up in Then I chopped her she chopped on these Plus I'm hard enough to make these beats Yeah we got these e's My alphabet short I stayed on g's Back I the days, back in the projects, back against the wall Back to smoking and back to the woods of Bengal Back to riding to the beats folly hit y'all When uncle alberts on to you forget y'all To my niggas, my dogs We gon tear up the club tonight To my bitches, fly broads You gon take off your clothes tonight We just chilling smoking and drinking Getting high and drunk we just chasing Tell a lie your folks he just chasing Getting high and drunk we just chasing All the niggas making doe get down to this Educating the folks get down to this All the haters in the way that don't wanna get sprayed You better keep flying away Back on the ave I skate weight Nigga roll a rinsed styles My younger hoes be older fiends now Streets watching, A different scene now my life done changed Those spare tires it's a good year dog I tired my game Got the hustle in my veins, stone washing my jeans Triple beams triple double mayne assists for my team More money more problems live Americas dream Got em staring at the barrel niggas kissing my ring Niggas sing when I spark to roll some park with the jiffy man Got 50 cents left nigga try 50 plans 49 ville left get a 50 grand One show like joe that millionaire business man Koopa You a bad yellow hoe the get ya ass on the floor You got a lighter add your lighter to a bag full of dro I'm a master, a pro You don't need a pastor to know That I'm the mixtape God texas jamming it slow V.I.p I park up front and I drive my slab to the door Lower the pump seein a bumper on the slab hit the floor Multi million dollar deal they couldn't imagine it so Label lying up in the trunk just so my slab would promote Ey, can't say my standards is low Siamese twins with denim so attached to the doe Not underground I'm universal niggas is mad cause I blow But every time they tell me that you know my answer is so Niggas with me see the man with the fro Calculator on a hater put that hand on a 4 Put a tag on ya toe kinda like a bag on a stove I'm just warning you perpahaters case your ass didn't know Chamillitary mayne
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