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Q:]
What's 50 grand to a muh like me, can you please remind me?
Shit, I'll ya
Put that steel ya
Put ya five ya
Better out with' all that flossin' potna
(Ball so hard) you be cray
Leave em in the streets with his shoelaces
And socks up off his
Pistol holdin' gonorrhea
Skeet
dropped
Rock
Dot
Hippy, TDE
Well fuck it let's 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck
bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang
crash
Pimp or wring ya bread, she love tracks

of dawn
Figg get it, we get it, yeah
get the money, yeah
All season, every
Niggas better hope our star
Before I robbin the reup with oxycontin

On we see it
We it
We it
We get it
stormin', it's snowin', it's floodin'
And still out here
On we see it
We need it, we it
We get it
get the money yea
Figg get the yea

Uh, what's 50 grand to a muh fucka like you, you still need a
(Yeah, so)
I'm loco
38 brown [?] him coco
Stick the block boy
em go go
Don't stop til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka shoulda yield ho (shoulda ho)
Why you all tough
See yo' ass later at the crossroads

The landlord turn your lieutenant a tenant
And if ya spinnin' ya jaw dented
I'm a man dog, I ain't kiddin'
The end has
So, keep and big lungs
Big
Brought on her
The holy ghost, she in tongues
searchin'
Why run when scotty done
Nigga you got me confused
Bitch I'm from the
On side makin moves
Drive to pussy more I do to church
No AC, but the work, MURK!