I told Swizz they ain't ready for the though (oh!) Still got that be pointin' guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of your in my photos was you in front the building when she was hoppin' out my Shit, but what you like 19 But you still never had like 19 thou' In my day I had to work to bring the white down Brought some crackheads around, to wipe the V down Why drink Rose Jay got Aces? Free Leek he was with me the day up in Aces Bunch of watches with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can just to close up the cases Shit, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is Went up in the dealer to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never us So we stuck what we stuck, what was with that? I pack guns shoulder stocks with the muffler attached We take to different places with the butler attached Or playback the Maybach, a button relax
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Supreme Court hearings, new McLarens Suede seats, Tiptronic steering Baby this is art that come no commission Could be a man, but you gotta know the vision Private jets just to blow the Parden me 'cause I been accused of chauvinism Gettin' in the whip, and havin' no collisions Never lackin' 'cause I that fully loaded with em Shit, you know I shout the bros in prison (eastside) My nigga Gleem is a blow magician Shit, he it up and watch it disappear Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air (light up) I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this ear I told her, like pretty women Richard Gere Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a of us Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a bus All this tough talk, but niggas ain't as as us I coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up
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