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[Verse 1: Lil
Big body on brabas, all I know
Big shotties in the closet, all I wore
Screaming "money power"
Quote,
And if the bread get too low, John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flops
I'm smoking on that and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I chlorine when I count
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm spinning Daytons
I'm running like Peyton, I'm Christian like
I'm putting some straightener, into all of Satans I'm
Wilder than Nathan, Goliath on
I'm quietly waiting I'm trying to be but
They want me to wait for to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my or
They talk about you to congregation
Man, no or negotiation
No affiliation by
I confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of corporation
I need my donation, drugs in rotation
That AK gon' like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I'm all numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me
Me and bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
This is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got time for no rumors I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum aluminum
I'm shrooming, a bitch that lasts well I'm
My is gloomy, but fuck it I zoom in
And now I see movement, and I'd like to thank all her niggas that me
But I might shoot up my class reuinion
I'm sipping that Houston it's communion
Focus on weed, bright as a
I'm walking around miss America like I'm the king, of Zamunda
Been hanging with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you want beef? I'm putting your name outside the chalupa
since the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, than Orion
Lying off the diet, eat the safari
Pop a body, keep it soft and sour
the market tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice an 'em
Competition, 'em
Opposition
the bitches shower
Optimistic
Commom sense common
Top position scholar, so far from the
They can't hear me
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy like cobbler
Make me A-salaam Alaykum
What more can I say it, Pray about it
I just race the rari' it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud ass diamonds
I think they the loudest, zombies
Break a face or promise, give me lasagna
Hate your honor still my mama's baby, and my mamas
They some riders, Can't deflate them
I'm still chasing
Nigga I Big tymers
And i'm still taking to make it timeless
Dedication problems, sick
Ay yeah, yeahhh..

[Skit: Lil
The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i'm not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that's all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don't really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you open the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn't all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project
And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what i mean I was dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don't even consider that dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album
So out to homie