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

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech,
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh,
Soon as I roll up, put my up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, go
Four by four, 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 them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta out the scene, yeah
I just an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard
And the is a day-date
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as 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 finesse for big bands
I got so white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no me, no, no
Put a hit on your head,
comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her
M.O.H., money over
I got that H in of the lil' boat
Got dog food and for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the
In expensive threads, head to the
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some
You know them FN bullets go through
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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 catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the
I done met friends in
We met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's on the ships, uh
Got that and it's longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the
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
low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your
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