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808
Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL

Redbone bitch, yeah, Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, my flesh, yeah
as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, a few O's up, let's go
by four, that tall shit, let's go
I jumped in the spot on a bitch, let's go
I 'em to get out and bag that, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, go
I'm high from
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we clear out the scene, yeah
I took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard
And the presidential is a
Hit 'em with that first, Ray J

I'm a well known and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's a
All niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up an avalanche
I'll teach you how to for some big bands
I got so many bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a hit on your head,
they comin' to get you, they slicin' throat
Put a lil' in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money hoes
I got that H in of the lil' boat
Got dog food and for the low
I'm with thoroughbred at the store
In expensive threads, head to the
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some
You know FN bullets go through doors
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I was too high for the
You a body, get a Rollie
We entertain no police
I'm certified my dodie
They would catch 'bout woadie
Got a scale for the dodie
I met friends in Dolce
We met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that and it's longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a
I ain't even tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, approach us, fuck bein' famous
as I got my...
go

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These bullets, be goin' through doors
Drop low, get on the floor
Young nigga, gon' 'head and wipe your nose
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