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True Lies (Remix)
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Curren$y
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(808 my crew) Getting it, spending it, living it, dipping in dividends Limitless, ship it to the crib Took some pictures in it, did a burnout in it (Skrrt) Turned out b*t*hes, sold out tickets Off the tour, I made millions Castle doors, cathedral ceilings This is real, can't ignore the feeling I just closed a deal, I hear them Franklins peelin' Shouldn't rush, it's a must In the clutch, who you trust? In the love, in the lust with the diamonds in the dust Rolled up and I'm focused They gon' try to catch me slipping, dog, I know it I hear their footsteps approaching (Yeah) But before they reach my front porch, they'll be roasted That's word to bro, that's for sure In the scope 'cause they always know that one day these n***as will play the fool He had to come through like the big homies do I wouldn't wish my lifestyle on you But I can't deny that this ice is cool Chicks will be nice to you and they think you holding on to that loot Now everybody watching you, so you gotta watch how you move And the homies that say they looking out for you, but that sh*t ain't true Yeah, n***a Banks That southside Jet Life sh*t (808 Mafia) Uh, live my life relentless, wild Witness slim did the trial Gangstas out, kids inside Sh*t get hard, Crips divide Grimy ways intensified Opps out, tints to slide Switching sides get you fried Both palms itching, I got a feeling I'ma touch some millions Put my dealings in another building Moving on, now it's only family ties Those so-called soldiers barely ride We're nothing alike, compare me, why? You die, we won't be teary-eyed My weed clouds up Miami skies New princess cuts canary size Extendos round, how did we hide? I'm ten toes down, no scary vibes They don't see your path, then you walk alone Big talking, don't do that on the phone Me, I might smile to keep your eyes off of the scars Through these tracks, I'm Capone Use these raps for cologne Groupies scratched up the throne Threw me back off Patrón Boobie traps at my home Movie straps, I'm Stalone No more loans, I decline I can get y'all combined Talkin' live by the grind Popping trips out Dubai, shopping skips out Milan, mine Murder sh*t by design Bourbon Crips, I'll be fine These words'll give sight to blind Curving sh*t like a don Get out, get out Go, adiós (See you soon, David) Yeah, yeah, we'll have shrimp Get the f**k out Get the f**k out (I'll see you in f**king hell) Then we'll have barbecued jumbo shrimp, you motherf**ker Get back in the f**king car, David
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