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Yeah, uh
Come outside, we not gon' jump you, pussy, yeah
Huh, we got a hundred guns, these
Just sweet like honey buns, I'm tryna
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, ha, come on
Huh, I ain't had shit, now I have it, bitch, huh, huh, huh
All these blues, so why you crabby, bitch? Huh, huh
Shut the fuck up, why you nagging, bitch? Huh
Blowin' dope, fire on me like a dragon, bitch, huh
Drop my nut, they draggin'
Louis V belt, I still sag it, bitch
Your last time hit ten was three years back
And you still braggin', bitch
Opps say I ain't got stripes, better check my jacket, bitch
I spent 10K on a Roy, I feel like Aladdin, bitch, huh
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Chop got thirty in it, I was just a dirty cracker
My cup a dirty bastard, bitch, I got a dirty bladder
Huh, I played it right, still on my bull and my master
Took off in this space coupe, they think I work at NASA
Three bands on the floor, ho, twerk faster
Graduated when I was locked up, I ain't take no FAFSA
I ain't gotta trap no more, cuh, come and grab some
Cuh ridin' with that cutter like he cuttin' grass up, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
Chopstick same size as my fuckin' lap
Prayin' up to the Lord 'fore I go to bed
Doped up off the gas, I don't smoke no reg
Flicked up, switched up, pray I don't do fed, huh
Tell me what you need, bitch, I got it, yeah
I smoke a lot of weed, count a lot of bread
I pour a lot of purp, sip a lot of red
I blow a lot of dope, I take a lot of meds
Thank the Lord every time I hop up out the bed
All it took is one dream, now a cracker rich



Авторы: Federico Luongo, Miles Spiel, Vyacheslav Voevodin Copyright: Songtrust Ave



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