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[Project
Man, why niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money?
Man, these niggas!

What's up It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
These big Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,
wit the self made millionaire Money boys

You done with the wrong nigga
Must they know that I and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to this lil nigga
You got a so what nigga my click thicker
A bunch of real niggas that'll ya
With no waitin' ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight no thang for me
by the rules
Or shit I'll yo' family
what I do
Bust ya chest open
And split ya nigga
And them all
from the 'K nigga
Turk play, when it's time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe keep it that way and curious

Niggas be shoutin' one but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot
And breakin' with the woman who put em in that spot
These wanna trick they hoes
And with they nose
of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga I done bought more cars niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 told me to and unload
But nigga that
I'm to stack and mack
And that deal with Universal shoulda showed
But is where its at
Playboy you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you me how you luv that?

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We be on some twanky
Playa hatas get stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky
Big rangs on our panky panky

Fuck with 3-6 gon' make me millions
Fuck CMR gon' make me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And me and building
And put some money to the for my mom and my children
Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the
for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a nigga fuck yall

J]
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fullest
We the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
And that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a holdin gauge and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama and put her in a coma
'cause gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner
In that game slangin' came to you blood
It's on,

[Lil
call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't I just aim
tops on a Z-3
Start shootin' 3 burners
How come try me
Never know me block
Better for lil shorty in black
get back
Bout to my glock 40 click clack
Brrr it
It's yo
It
Playin' with the
Pop like a skillet
Now nigga what the
Highly influenced on
I'm you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a
Then deliver him 50 and take his child

[DJ
Punk bitch I ya
I double dare ya step this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more 2 barrels in his mouth
it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live it or get killed with it
These are my
This is my I let you roll off
And how you have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off

[Project
It's the project roll back I own them bricks
Kickin' game the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no thang when ya come ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin'
We in our prime puttin' in work players never it
of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a move
Is to be made for a come-up fool
Slang iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise

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