[Lloyd dog is cool, I'm used to being overlooked look at me now I'm filled with style, my blunt is rolled with bitch I'm ballin, ballin' chasin' K's Reggie Bush my hatin' don't know how inside the Bentley look five in the recording you I slept all day but I really aint at all I got bills that's due, cheques today southside don't play around if you want me, another body dumped duck when you hear the sound, I got peace but not the you want n-gga R.I.P, march the club with no I.D make sure they put the b-tches round me tables of and it's all on me show love in the V.I.P think about bread when you about P I done did and how I OD check a muthaf-cking thing free nothing you see I ex'ing off the hoes as they come drinking heavy up like i got an extra lung singing Bentley, sippin' harley pardon what become bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum these n-ggas did sh-t for me when I was starvin' son just me against them, you remember thought you'd be glad but you parting along I'm ending at I see no kind of friend in that f-ck em all go a stack like a bitch don't get more friend than that this that no rap know how my engine at nine in two ten's in back with that stack in his back one in yo ad I I'm watched by an angel still her hugs and her kisses on the with my grandma don't give a f-ck these bitches dont give a f-ck bout trophy's or anything that they owe me I do for you (you, you) the only that really know me ones that aint disown me I remember everything said said I was dead, all that sledgehammer right on head live for the now, su woo to sucka left red no time for rather get mine instead Lloyd Finish Line Lyrics on I money on a dime girl it's my go get Love sh-t out your mind you living can't go for will fall behind I'm on the Im hittin 'em two at a why would I
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