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Akon and B. I.G.

talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm it, mob hats and lizard shit
Gator bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie
Hitch link cop, and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker

Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma with her
She I treat my bitches like gavana
Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa slippin'
H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with whinin', dinin'

Smokin' cigars and with Columbian nigga's
Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, endin'
Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino

Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say on top?
Benjamins under the of them, advancing from duplex to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, in my veins
elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch
Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' with my man

Dark blue land, smoke tint, rims
And a system that leave my rear trembling
Whatchu gonna do when catch ya attitude
Drop to your knees and gratitude
my ring, it's a frank white thing
I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and throat it

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
Lookin' for this hour of time
Tryna find my on this grand design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is there any out there for me?
You just to this hustler's story

me, a product of the zone three
Scareless, don't know I am supposed to be
Shit 'cause, money came to me
When shit shout, I unshamelessly

The Lord nigga's especially if they act like
They too big for they draws they stacks right
Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha back like
Right back home hungry, they stacks gone forget price

I know a nigga sold his soul for a rock
I know hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin' 9-5 on it
Fifteen years ain't got a car to

I some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch
Fake jack boys, can't rob, get
Got kinfolk back yard big
That's got to lift my this year

Eternal sunshine in this world of mine
for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my on this grand design

Is anybody out there living
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You just listen to this story

Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up Enrique
I'm on the coastline politician' Jose
We got the flyin' in the Coupe all day
Tryin' to a new way to smuggle in pure yay

We 'bout our business, ain't no small time
If you ain't growing the caine we ain't gonna meet
See, I am the one to when things get deep
And my Africans will put your main man to

Now, in Mexico far the block
Tryin' to out how many glocks to a box
Now, sellin' arms is what has in my socks
If you can me the money, here's the keys to the lock

Now, yeah, you know the is my territory
scared of nothing, let you fear it for me
Yeah, whether win, lose or
Believe the is waiting for all

Eternal sunshine in this elevated of mine
for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this grand

Is anybody out there living
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is there any out there for me?
You just listen to this story

Nigga's is to chuck rocks and hide hands
a break for it, get away from it
That was the but

The whole time I've plotting on this man
Caught him slipping and
I hit his ass the cane
something that you can't understand
How can one be so and snatch a nigga so down

I am on some get back shit, there comes a
In every mans mind when he's deeper than signs
I been on the grind, got homies doing
Behind niggas actin' bitches and bitches droppin' dimes

Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red
Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta and and we gotta die
So you up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine
But one thing the real nigga here despise
I'm a 5K one killer, set his ass on fire

Eternal sunshine in elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of
Tryna find my purpose on this design

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the they shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You just listen to this hustler's