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I'm the boss of the
My is to go get it
You getting money in the city, I yo business my business
I got on the doe
I call it Dennis the
You goin get greet with a smile, and get straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy I it quenchin the thirst
Pop my car in driveway, you'll think I send ya desert
Think I up some fruit the way the orange is burnt
I'm talking bout my my rims done already turnt
That means I got miles on it just me when y'all want it
I turn on that Navigation enter in my opponent
Sound that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it
That mean it throwed if you see that I'm on it
at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya
Got a coffin delivery let me my carrier
And I ain't even of ya, my paper is thirtier
A living room striaght outta Gallery Furniture
I murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers
I get further and ya plus my whip look perverted, huh
Top taking off with that lady inserted her
frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar
Believe I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple
The TV screens in the goin hit the scene like it's Urkel
You to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin'
The groupies like bill collectors cause just keep on calling
With all these car-loving woman I feel 007
Can just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em
I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em
I'm a em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo
Styles

I up on em with the rag top leaning
Hit that button on the dash until it (till it close)
The try'na pull my candy thang over
But my pistol somewhere by the flow (by the flow)
Oh, I'm getting money and you know it
And I'll probably go and it on some jewels (on some jewels)
And you know this is but'cha got me confused
I won't go I'm nothing like you

Styles
Ay, talking bout what you finna do
You goin get the doe go get the doe
I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo
And all my doe on gettin mo
Cause I'm way cooler than you
And I'm way than you fools
Yes the paint, then yes the
I got a new I call it Blue's Clues
I'm the baddest rapper in the region
the hardest rapper out the forty-fo
You don't wanna be the one to go
I slow ya roll and you know it bro
Combo and I brought doe
You already know I don't
And if a try'na take my doe
Then break his face with my Converse
Talk last and then first
Like Makaveli I'm Fetti
Money power and fame but you get em all and you out a deli
ever beg I feel that is petty
I don't wear J's I leave to Nelly
You even talk trash yet
But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad