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IN THE MOB
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Peezy
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Look I'm drunk as hell, it's two somethin', this ice cost like two somethin' B*t*h, Peezy hit my line late as hell, he got two runners She turnt it to a challenge, tryna suck me like a cuc*mber I heard you got the Wocky jawns and I need a few of 'em Goonie called me with some orange heads, I need a few hundred I ran off on a n***a out the way, got a new number B*t*h, I'm in the mob, you can call me Joe Pesci Straight Talk gettin' hectic, gettin' neck while I'm textin' I'll pull off, let off a hundred, send a message If I spin a n***a street, I'ma hit him with the extras B*t*h, it's Damedot the bank teller, ball like I'm Mayweather I chose the straight drop over your b*t*h 'cause it taste better Meech VS'd the rose gold 'Dweller and I iced my buffies I can't give a b*t*h the whole d**k 'cause she gon' say she love me Cute b*t*hes come dime a dozen, swear to God they love me I can leave the house with no jewelry, still look like I'm flooded F**k her brains out, now I'm actin' funny I can't even think about a b*t*h 'cause I'm thinkin' money It ain't least a thirty, n***a, why you up it? Hit girly, hit her BFF, got them b*t*hes puzzled We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins She heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me My b*t*h got on VLONE, but when it come to some friends, it's f**k 'em To you n***as, it could mean the world, but to me, it's nothin' It all started in the basement Skip a couple years, now we got money by the cases Turned a corner, they ain't see me, got 'em askin', "Where the Wraith went?" Closed casket at the funeral, got 'em askin' where his face went B*t*h, I'm in the mob, you need a membership to get in Bought the 'Vette, but couldn't drive it, had to lose some weight to fit in Gate surround the crib, b*t*h, you gotta show your face to get in Man, I ain't f**kin' with you n***as, that's the type of space I been in I can leave the crib without no jewelry, still got on a hundred State to state, I'm goin' on tour, green face presis like I'm goin' to war All these dead presidents, I own a morgue Supreme season, new Supreme on, sh*t look like velour Sick of n***as rappin' 'bout sh*t they know they can't afford Junkie said I came a long way, I pulled up in that foreign F**k her brains out, now I'm actin' funny I can't even think about a b*t*h 'cause I'm thinkin' money It ain't least a thirty, n***a, why you up it? Hit girly, hit her BFF, got them b*t*hes puzzled We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins She heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me My b*t*h got on VLONE, but when it come to some friends, it's f**k 'em To you n***as, it could mean the world, but to me, it's nothin'
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