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

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

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

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