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(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's
i'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks like its (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, ain't a hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the voice so i rhyme.
Grind all the ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake every day became my birthday
something a earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big
You didn't hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be
No where near comfortable need paper.

Got the city on smash, the streets on
100 niggas with their heats on cock
got my on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans about a buck 45 on them
If He the team, buck 45's on him.
we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show groupies love, i just style on them.