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I don't think I got one A ring, I don't think I got one A main, I don't think I got one I don't think I got one A rose, I don't think I got one Yo ho, mane I think I got her Pull up catch a opp I got one And since I got one here the cops come Pull up get yo ho I got her I'm finna bust down yo ho and send her back up I was in a party fulla trappers Party fulla trappers wit my Gat up Niggas scared, they don't want no problems Cause they know these problems they can't solve'em These niggas know that we about the violence Niggas say we hidin' but we ridin' Just bought a gun and bought it wit silence Come through, shhh, bang it I'm finessin', countin' checks in, gettin' checks in And if you disrespect this Smith & Wesson Gimme my Smith & Wesson, at yo neck Rush out, striped yo bitch ass niglet It's a habit, all I make is classic Mama raised me, that's made me a [?] Now the fucking best at getting cabbage????????? Just to meet me bitch it cost a large balance Bitch these Air Force One, not no New Balance I ain't 2 Chainz, I'm too him
Writer(s): Gary Harrison, Tammy Lynn Cochran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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