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