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I just wanna ball in the your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma my shot Praise God, leave it all when dead Leave your daughter the papers Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were going, I was getting to it
1] Put it down, bankrolls in the Was catching cases, before I got to get paper good Lil homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?' I said you deal with every who wearing lace front I don't like her, feel way about alot of rappers I talk about 'em Most these ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it Hm Having problems understanding logic, man Man, for four hundred, I'll take honey and tour London Get more money Don't believe it When heard doubt me Ain't no pun Military guns in the Ain't no in it A rebel when I fucked bitch It no coming in it Since my first album I serious Ain't no funny Bitch, ain't no business No weapon, me shall prosper But it's welcome to Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called I'm just a self made nigga in the though
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I just wanna ball in the With your in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all when dead Leave your daughter the papers Fuck a hater the day I die Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing Before you getting going, I was getting to it 3] Presidential In the slum with the Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at? Dick game great, give it to her till she out the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda Stretch a out a whole, and no details Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures Now they and you just get it out the Blue Now he in the Rolls Royce out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing Trappin', flippin' work till come up on a whole one Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me Niggas still rhymin 'bout we did in the 90's, nigga Yeah, See it on my face, I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith I just ball in the wraith With broad in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all when dead Leave daughter with the papers a hater till the day I die Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was to it