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

I got that rag top Impala with the French back
Could you loan me a Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 pow
Want me to ya to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this you double girl
I'm back up in this, you niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are outta town
I made my scraper catch your on the turf
yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off they heads! "
Round up and your ratchets
Mad cause given aside shit
it, we keep it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, happenin'?
is it? Let's get 'em cracking
Millions and reactin'
Focused, no longer
Put it down, see you mack 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 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 ain't get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the out the word

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

Let's get you drinkin' and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and you, hedges sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
hundreds from 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, forget me
Down shit approachin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to for this pushin'
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can Better keep walkin' or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, is bouncing around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
Jump off their to give mouth
But then never confine me
Holding amounts
Already showed you the