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Bright shining all bright on the Bentley
the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55
Gotta throw some salt on it, 'cause you I'm getting at it
the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it out of Dallas
Hope you to it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't throw away what we
you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a look 'round here, they a back-stab you
Word your motherfucking brother, young nigga
I wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Coming the cut like an known grim reaper
'Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a cheaper
Hold on to clip like a doped up needle
Girl on that strip with a four desert nigga

but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And where ya mans at? that the feds got 'em
I see you cruise the Rover through the West side (Go-Go)
Lexs, it'll take peripheral
It's a moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, a little Cartier
Got the jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next
them young niggas grind
'Fore you gon' knock someone
And they shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this on the news or something
Man down over
came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on
The police wanna talk, but we won't say
True to these clips, won't say nothing
Niggas to these clips, niggas won't say nothing

Had the parkay out the Pyrex
High glass on my pinky finger
swimming in the water, no paddle
Niggas trying to walk my shadow
a bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel
Told a young nigga Freeband,
Told a young Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the front street where said "Don't go"
We there
Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we there
Shawty don't fuck with these fo'
Niggas be telling these days, be telling days

Nothing but a bad bitch in some red bottoms
And ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em
I see you cruise the Land Rover the West side (Go-Go)
Lexs, it'll your peripheral
a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see next birthday
them young niggas grind
'Fore you gon' knock someone
And they shoot, then shoot something
We better hear this shit on the news or something
We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or
Man down over
came through holding on the K like a drummer
They done took a boss out nigga, no
getting crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes getting X'd out and we on
The police wanna talk, but we say nothing
True to these clips, niggas say nothing
true to these clips, niggas won't say nothing