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Pillow Talk*
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Polo G
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Pipe this sh*t up, TNT Tahj Money Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters Was posted tryna run it up, before the feds take us I'm with some n***as who demonic, they some Hellraiser's Roll with some rastas, they love choppers, they some dread shakers He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up likе Craig Sager Picked up some drip from ovеrseas for my designer fetish From robberies to shoppin' sprees, we was young and desperate I'd rather get it off the block than work a nine-to-seven I'm chasin' cake until it kill me, like I'm diabetic These hot shells like a voice-mail, they leave a message But that won't get bro out the ground, I had to accept it Wish I could talk to all my dawgs like send a sign from Heaven Future Hall of Fame, then he the GOAT, yeah, he gon' die a legend Lavish lifestyle, make sure I hit the baddest broads If he don't practice what he preachin', then his ass a fraud Back against the wall, like, "f**k the world" and all I had was God Come from the struggle, b*t*h, we had it hard, uh Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters Was posted tryna run it up, before the feds take us I'm with some n***as who demonic, they some Hellraiser's Roll with some rastas, they love choppers, they some dread shakers He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up like Craig Sager Straight of off coolers, but them Rugers left them soldiers killed Now I'm in Calabasas, smokin', spinnin' Rover wheels They took his mans and now he hot that's how he 'posed to feel Slide on the street, we seven deep, we tryna overkill I was in them streets, I kept my heat like how that toaster feel I can't tell my demons, "Keep the peace", because they 'posed to kill Late night, Call of Duty, it get spooky, we was bangin' Please don't speak on Zuly, with that toolie he was dangerous We was f**kin' b*t*hes in my room, yeah, that was gang sh*t Now we stuffin' hollows in that Uzi, tryna change sh*t Twisy re-arrange sh*t, hit 'em, leave 'em brainless He gon' let it bark, don't give a f**k about surveillance Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters Was posted tryna run it up, before the feds take us I'm with some n***as who demonic, they some Hellraiser's Roll with some rastas, they love choppers, they some dread shakers He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators I just copped the brand new .40 with the red laser It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up like Craig Sager
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