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

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech,
How do I dress? Yeah, my flesh, yeah
Soon as I up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, go
I in the spot 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 high from
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 gotta out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a date
I just put some VVs in a face
And the presidential is a
Hit 'em with that first, Ray J

I'm a well nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you like kickstand
AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well
I trust him, we gon' dust him, that's some Taliban
Big truck, it's lift up like an avalanche
teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux
I with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a hit on your head,
they comin' to get you, 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 front of the lil'
Got dog and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred at the store
In expensive threads, to the floor
I they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes
You know FN bullets go through doors
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I was too for the brodie
You beat a body, get a
We don't no police
I'm certified my dodie
They would hell 'bout woadie
Got a scale for the dodie
I done met 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 it's longer than a stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a
I ain't even gotta 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 goin' doors
Drop low, get on the floor
nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose
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