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No ceilings..
o o ok, i got chrome on this bugatti
Im in this bugatti
2 v8s aint no such as driving calm in this bugatti
Im bad
Im
Ill the purp
dont with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk
I swear i be the n-gga, u can ask the nurse
and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill her purse
Ok i spazz, i
u last, im
im on ur ass dirt
behind cash, get murk
im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list
whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t n-gga
shoot the witness,
hold court in the
and this n-gga
oh d-ckless
man im with the blucka
money muthaf-cka
u bet we gon do our
aint it sunny in the summer
and we coming for the
and whoever us
and u kno imma bust my ass my crew very humongous
I said T.I hold ya
and Mack hold ya
wish i but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds
and to my bloods, red
man u how we plead
and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i i gotta pay
im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont no sh-t
take the brain off the whip now it make no sense
stunt hard on these b-tches i promise tomorrow
now women kickin it me like Nomar Garciaparra
Few grow them killer plants, the lil shop of horror(?)
and we roll them thick, make them look like Tocara?
man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these
the World is in my hands, and i my hands closed

i love my baby mommas, they get my highest
take care of them kids , man i kno ya heard Obama
and i on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
i just tell my pilot to it in my backyard
quarter back shot gun, you get any sack yards
b-tch i ball hard, all the back boards
pretty boy step up i will crack yours
and even at the House we pull up at the back doors

walk around like im feet tall
Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
and the Porche 911 like calls
man i just be chillin, im cool Lou Rawls?
young money in the building, im up new walls
n-gga take your Mrs Officer and set some new
my flow is rubbin two logs
young we the new sh-t and new drawers
now get off my d-ck , i f-cking wit cha
watch me to the bank, im a money pistol
weezy the beat up like Sonny Liston
red do me good then her friend, her sister
i mean her bitch, she never met her best a sister
i leave her p-ssy like windows vista
young tunche, pop cucci for a goon hoe
in you boys memory, now u act like u dont know
east side who i do it for, street right by the store
wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove
lost some real i knew from a long time ago
but heaven or hell im hopin that they be ima go
take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private
still long hair, dont care, like a
im the hardest go in ur ass and search
i this verse, and i swag and surf
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