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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 blue back
With the French blue pack, with French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all
Bring it in for the huddle a and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the
Instead I get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the
Stackin' like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and your ratchets
Mad cause they given shit
Fuck it, we it, we mack it
'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? Let's get 'em
Millions and reactin'
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, see you mack shit

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 ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
money to the ceiling, getting paid 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

They gonna and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The farm once you here when it was my turn
Everybody up in spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, feelin' tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man don't like me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
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 astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' like
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is money
Thousands on on thousands
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the countin' just countin'
Sheesh but bitch I'm off in these streets
UFC seats
No man, we feast

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, hedges the face
we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
it up, bring it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, never me
Down shit punchin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing the city
Pity you feelin'
It's 25 to life for this
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better walkin' or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing me
Too 0's to count, I let these women surround me
off their clothes to give mouth
But then they never me
Holding amounts
Already showed you the