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ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the of choppers
I ain't one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don
the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here

So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is
Throw on your V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is paired

The shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with child
At you believe rappers I smile, ha

Canals treatin' my style, you Internet sharing my files
You're my space
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I been, cook money clean through Maryland

Shit, countin' just at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch
So you ain't question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the off

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Throw it on the scale, feed ya self
Get it how you live, we ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' how it melt
And I don't come with a neither, the shit sell itself

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like
And get it cross the state the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you know us when you see us
Living street tales of Don Divas

in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch me she love me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, the roses of war

the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in
Just like Heaven as I at the mural
What a piece of when you copy some Shapiro's

Cheers to the as we toast to life
I'm Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect

Gem star razor, the of my labor
And I with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't spending, all it is is paper, yes

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