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

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

I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch 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 rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting all day
All day all day all day all day
If you tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the word out the

gonna walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker
The farm once you came when it was my turn
up in here spazzin'
Prouder a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
tipsy, feelin' hyper tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause wife want me to pichy
But only since
Body body boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
When I raisin' the grip, these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and really with this shit
Ballin' like
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I is money countin'
Thousands on on thousands
Relentless, put the
Look player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money just countin'
Sheesh but bitch I'm heavy off in these
UFC seats
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and it by the case
Then let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of
I wanna hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
Ball it up, bring it all me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, forget me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or chill the out
Oh you can Better keep walkin' or they could carry you out
is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
Jump off clothes to give mouth
But then never confine me
unholy amounts
Already showed you the