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Put Em In The Trunk, Tell Em Have Fun No Noise On The End Of The Gun My Boys Paper Just As Quick As It Komes And if stadin in the way a mama missin her son
I Remember Back In The Day It Was Me & Kut Skool, Weed, I Was Strapped, He Had One Too R.I.P From The Krew Tell Ya I Will Do What Ever She Needs Me To Do Lil We Use To Get Ready, Kant Believe My Nigga Dead Ah
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Talkin With Ya Bitch, Meetn Ya Bitch, Creepn With Ya Bitch Now I'm Sleepin With Ya Bitch You Kan Her, She A Bitch Ii Don't Love Her, I Don't Trust Her & Even Mother Told Me A Bitch To Hustle Gotta Get That Paper Baby, Gotta Get That Cop A Lambourgini, Put Gold On The Plates Gon To The Beach, At My Feet All 1 1 Wheel Off The Seat
My Nigga Lil Was Down Town G We Use To Blow 2 Or 3, Tell Me All About The My Nigga Soulja Slim Had The Mutha Fuckn [? ] Was A Legend Lil Naughty We Use To Get Read Ah Believe My Nigga Dead Ah Lil Soulja He Meant What He Said Ah, Kant Blieve That Dead Ah
My Lil Spitta That's My Nigga All Day 1st Bullet Out The Barrel Nigga Better Guard Face My Lil Spitta He In The Game Let's Play He About Ta Take Over From A Time Break
Now Upon A Time Not Long Ago This Nigga In The Hospital And Near Broke And All He Had Was A [? ], A Box Of Baking Soda, & A Of Pots The Streets Was Empty, The Was Hungry He Wanted To Give Em, Just They Wanted To Get Coke All He Needed Was The Connects So He His Homie Wayne From The Hollywood Set Yes
Then I Got His Kall I Be On The Way He Don't Worry About Nothn But Money To Be Made Get Up Spitter We Got The Shit And I Gave Hime The Dope And I Kept The 8 Manye We On The And The Bitches Know Who We Are
I Kome Through In The Kar Gosh My Posture As Delikate As Fur, I'm All Kut Niggas Head Like Fruity Ass Is Starburst Em In The Center Fans It's Lil Wayne Weezy Baby Mutha Fuckn Triiggaman Yea Yea, Throw Em In The Center Fans Lil Wayne Weezy Baby Mutha Triggaman Yea Yea The Fuckn Triggaman
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