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36 ounces of thousand in I ain't never had shit, now I plot to piss or a nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who wanna young rick Thinking I can't get, out the I'm 'bout to make bitches sick Since a nigga, started to vision nigga Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to her bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps Catch me in the set and have what'cha want want Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my And tell the temp service, I employed myself, blocks away from the melt And thy self from cream that don't melt
(nigga why) real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp) 36 ounces of in grams If it ain't and from uncle sam 36 ounces of thousand in How I get them cars, houses, and 36 ounces of thousand in You ain't seeing shit till in hand 36 of thousand in grams
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My brother and cousin got a Look, dope ain't got touch my hands But yet this bad and I'm the one the life sands A ten millimeter for For any jacker or that run up in my section, and ah I cost to cigars from broke And this ain't or no bar of soap, and ah To old for mcdonalds, that killed And all the hustla's around my way got with no notes, so ah Penetentries chance's I come nigga move to fast i'ma pop his ass one (pop) his ass one (pop) Bringing home the What 'ya know the fiend got his own started up git