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Like Father Like Son
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CML Lavish D
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Let Hank talk his sh*t Million dollar n***a I'm as good as it gets I rock a lot of ice because I'm hotter than some grits Looking for that motherf**king hoe that you was with You pouring up a deuce, blood I'm pouring up a brick Wide-body Benz with the AMG kit I blew $30,000 now I'm looking for a lick I'm up and down the blade n***a looking for a b*t*h Police at my daddy house, we did another skit Go and pick your n***a up, we did another hit Flexing on the suckers that can't f**k with me a bit I knock the baddest b*t*hes because they know a n***a lit I'm looking like some money, richest n***a in my city Heavyweight Hank, ain't nobody f**king with me I'm worth a couple million, heard some n***as out to get me I pulled up in they hood with some killers riding with me I got too many hoes, I can't f**k with you I'm busy I'm in the b*t*h ear, when I'm done she gon' be dizzy My last b*t*h left but I know that hoe miss me I got a full clip for anybody that's against me Applying all this pressure, I've been eating for a minute It's beef in the streets, I ain't out b*t*h I'm in it My foot up on they neck, man I swear these boys timid You love being broke, but I swear I don't get it n***a say he robbed me, I know a n***a didn't A n***a rob me, his whole family gon' be missing Flexing with a $100,000 had to say I'm tripping Get that boy a thong, 'cause that n***a stay b*t*hing She chose with a heavyweight, she made that decision She got up on her knees and gave me head on collision All I see is money, ain't no f**king up my vision I been had a blue check, n***a did I mention? He stared at my chain man, I feel a little tension He tried to snatch this, give that boy the whole extension Put him on the news since he begging for attention I got a lot to lose, but my trigger finger itching I don't like to talk, I think everybody snitching I'm f**king on my hoe, on the floor, in my kitchen I love going shopping n***a, everyday is Christmas I got another hoe, she in Detroit like the Pistons I got a lot of dough, my pockets flipped I know they p*ssed This n***a loving on that hoe, we been ran through that b*t*h Bro shooting trying to score, like he playing for the Knicks She know that a n***a balling, 'cause I always stay dripped I ain't taking no losses, all a n***a do is win And they know I'm pimping hard, all that n***a do is simp I let her blow me like a vent We in the foreign behind tints I'm just flexing in my bag, n***a let me talk my sh*t I been counting up these bands, got my hands cropping up She gon' blow me, than my mans, all these b*t*hes is some sl*ts Every time I walk in, them groupies start acting up You n***as wouldn't bust a grape or sting a bee y'all ain't tough I just counted 20 G's I had stashed in the tuck I could never love no hoe, just get the bag then I cut They say this piece shining on me, is it flashing or what? They praying on my downfall, I'm just hoping I stay up Them boys acting like they balling, but I been caught they bluff Like a Thanksgiving turkey, all my pockets stay stuffed We run them n***as out the city, man they ass ain't get up It's only bosses at this table n***a you can't hang with us I swear they undercover agents working with the police I'll have her down all night, youngster get no sleep I beat it like Mike, night night, go to sleep Got me feeling like Pac, it's all eyes on me
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