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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 you're Leave your daughter the papers Fuck a till the day I die what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was to it
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I just ball in the wraith With broad in the way And I wanna, take my shot Praise God, leave it all when you're Leave your with the papers Fuck a till the day I die Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was to it [Verse 2: Yo I'm a boy legend Street form Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be Don't give a fuck no nigga who don't like me Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No She gon' me? No, if a nigga go broke I bet a Wraith on the bowl In the kitchen, super Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove I had a plaque and a hit Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case Truck, truck, Guns, guns, Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my He a white man, him For his shit, she want a for the That's out the North shit
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