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Star let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' astrology For any pussy gotta you owe me an apology talkin' bout that trappin' shit, I opened up the door for that I stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin' close to that But you know how the saying goes how I cut the make a wish Call your clientele, say I'm 'bout to your favorite dish My wrists can't keep my arms close, yeah I'm talkin' Schwarzenegger the mixtapes, changed the game Whoever thought be a Georgia nigga? off the porch but I landed on my feet It's real in the field, and bought a set of cleats See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Eight shots since I started, guess I've been a man
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Jumped off the porch at eleven, I been bout it I'm gang I been solid Go Bin Laden on Talkin' all that shit and we gon' have to to you in private block you in, we gon' spin around it Leave dead bodies, them zombies And you ain't that life, not the combat life Take the advice and don't stop at lights Oh god I want it all, flight On the wall flies And I ball like You on the side Spike Red All bout this shit We breakin' down cocaine and You better not be shit She say she that freaky shit She me if I hand her shit We movin' slow and quick You ain't about gangsta shit, goddamn
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Bitch I'm still winnin', yeah it's like I got trick dice pussy so and so I don't hit that bitch twice You heard what's-her-name? Ran off on the plug, Caught him and they up his top like a muglite Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The I still ain't get them mics Find a better If you let a nigga the nigga Yeah, I hear the shit talking It ain't like a slippin' Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it On the gram a pic, now that's a mean caption Now what you about that 36 I can it double, hoe They hit you when you They don't see you you strugglin' tho
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