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And I don't to be so careless, baby, eh One on my mind, it's the way I came up So don't catch no Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' I'm a tell you that one more
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Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise a bad ho Yeah, I-5, on the Coast And I done around the world But in Cali, they roll the dope Bitches and palm trees, I'm on when I here was up north, I pushed to the yay then Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton the weight in Feed my thugs, I'm dubs in the state pen Fuckin' with Frederico Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't no banter I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', all the same Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a Full on the K thing I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, get popped the cops, bodies drop And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and But this never stop Get that rock, what you And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a shots
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And I don't to be so careless, baby, eh One thing on my mind, the way I came up So catch no feelings Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' I'm a tell you that one time
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