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8 Dead Hoes
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KirbLaGoop
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Man, big dough, big dough, big dough Selling hoes on the track, call [?] They don't know how it go in the four, and if they don't then their brains get blow .22 or .556, know we pimping in the mix Came in for a one double o, know we thugging and plugging till we go And it's off top, you know we make this sh*t rock Pick a spot, y'know we got the block hot High off weed, goop, higher we go Know we finna mack that b*t*h, f**king move Thugging, plugging, opp in the pot You ain't never seen sh*t, boy you just sight looking Play it larry, way he shot back [?], I could cop that Let's just stop the bullsh*t Pick that boy with a full clip Full clip, extendos, Kirb coming through out the window Suck me while I'm sleeping like she Kirby up in Dreamland Wockhardt got me leaning feeling like a f**king kickstand Everytime I take a flight I need me like six xans and everytime I'm cooking crack I need about like six pans Yo b*t*h is a big fan, f**ked her, she got big cans I'm sorry she don't f**k with you cause Bambi is a rich man Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands Used to sell blow, call me Bambi Pablo I got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my Tahoe Out here f**kin' balling like I hit the f**king lotto Catching hella bodies like the south side of Chicago Pull up to your spot, yeah you know I'll f**king pack you out Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao Pacquiao, Pacquiao, call me Bambi Pacquiao Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
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