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(puffin) Uh huh

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

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas their heats on cock
got my pockets on swol still more gwap.
Plus the hood they love to hear the young boy talk

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