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I'm in my 7 deExplainuce with the slappin' bat
With the bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue
With the French blue pack, with French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do
Got a flight in an hour, got my all packed
it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the
I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it
put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle screamin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and raggel ratchets
Mad cause they given aside
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
Don't 'em nigga, happenin'?
What is it? get 'em cracking
and millions reactin'
Focused, no longer
Put it down, let's see you shit

I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
money to the ceiling, getting paid all day
All day all day all day all day
If you ain't tryna get it, better get up out the
Out the word out the word out the word out the

They gonna walk and sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker
The once you came here when it was my turn
Everybody up in here
Prouder a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, feelin' tripy
My wrist real icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
But only since
body boom boom
I'll be
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
I raisin' the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
pack astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really with shit
Ballin' like
I shoot a pimp, say it like
All I is money countin'
on thousands on thousands
Relentless, put the
Look tall player, no
All about my
And the money just countin'
Sheesh but I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC front
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, hedges the face
While we in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
it up, bring it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, never me
Down punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the
Pity you feelin'
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or they carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing me
Too 0's to count, I let these women surround me
Jump off their clothes to mouth
But they never confine me
Holding amounts
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