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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
Soon as I roll up, put my up
Go'n head, up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, go
I'm Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines,
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene,
I just an AK to a dinner date
I just put VVs in a Richard face
And the is a day-date
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

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