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I'm in my 7 kelis with the slappin' bat
the slappin' bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue
With the French pack, with that French blue

I got that rag top with the French blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do
Got a flight in an hour, got my all packed
it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the
I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy in trouble now
Shake, you gon shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit where it hurts
put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with heads! "
Round up and raggel your
Mad cause they aside shit
Fuck it, we it, we mack it
'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? get 'em cracking
and millions reactin'
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you shit

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting all day
All day all day all day all day
If you ain't get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the out the word out the word

They gonna walk and they sleep and
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The farm once you came when it was my turn
Everybody up in spazzin'
Prouder a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
tipsy, feelin' hyper tripy
My wrist real icy
Bitch man don't like me
'Cause their wife want me to
But since 19-90
Body body boom
I'll be
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
I raisin' the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All about my
And the money countin' countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC front
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and you, hedges sometimes the face
we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate from 50's
Ball it up, bring it all me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, forget me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
Pity you feelin'
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing me
Too many 0's to count, I let women surround me
Jump off their clothes to mouth
But then never confine me
unholy amounts
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