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1:] My bang, my shit throp I'm a beast, I'm a muthafuckin hog Pull up with the Or should I say black trunk sounding I got a alligator in the back Paint wetter melted ice, ralley and hockey strips Burning rubber in light, mean mugging like 'thug ya life' I be all day and night, pushing all night and day Twisted and yay, getting my gwopalay So you put my Gouda my pay, I get in my way From da Bay to L.A. to the A this connected Worldwide nigga this how-you-be-headed You gotta like me but you gotta respect it Woke up in the morning and put one in the air Got so thought about running for mayor Slap myself to make sure I was there Shit, showered and shaving I cut my hair I'm try'na get laid then put a pounding on the mug Try'na find me a with a ass like a Worldstahiphop bunny Try'na get rich in collectings stack my money You can tell that I'm a by my baller tummy Sometimes I'm uppity-up, sometimes I dress skummy Sometimes I dress high class, sometimes I bummy If it ain't no cash you can miss me Most of the time you can find a hustla BIATCH!
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2:] Uhhhh! I been running all day try'na get my decimals up (up) Anybody that try to me I suggest that they duck Cause when I get the bucket I can assure you nothing pleasant My arsenal game is east but the west has all of relatives Even if you're chest protection a trauma plate won't work Cause I'm a aim at your hammit, I ain't goin aim at you Alot of these bitch ass niggas be wearing a skirt With the box of Morton and some pads in they purse Pillow talking and biting pillows, acting like some Cause they're a whole bunch of that sucka a bunch of popsicles I of been a tourist cause I'm stubborn as a bull I'm a different type of dude and I stick to the I'm a real best believe it, I live it and I breathe it I tell it it is and I call it how I see it My used to be all sharp but now he on thee thee 'What do thee thee ' Methamphetamine I believe it, man you disappointed me I'm devastated mayne he lost cool points me I'm standing outside of my with some gym shorts and a hoody to my nig on the celly smoking a philly Sipping on a fifth of that oil cognac A hundred wall on them bricks, he got caught a kid of candies If you go to jail by now he probably be dead So instead he in there with his uncle his daddy and UHH!
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