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Mansion
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Oh, aye We can have the mansion Ayo, look Uh She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction We known to fuck up the city, destruction My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit She keep on making up stupid assumptions I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched My nigga lookin’ at life, but can’t imagine doing that His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up your own half I sped, pull up anywhere with money on my head I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads I know some bitch niggas with problems they won’t address You see I done lost my nigga ain’t no tellin’ where he went I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones I know I could trust that bitch with twenty bands, that she would hold Screaming Wassi in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh) Pure cocaine, if it’s not it won’t get sold She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction We known to fuck up the city, destruction My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit She keep on making up stupid assumptions I just bought some work, and my hoe bad, I am [?] Now her niggas [?] they really thinkin’ that its raw (uh) I was getting the pack all day for my pops (uh) I was serving that crack cocaine in my moms house (?) circle the trap all night, merry go round Whatever they do the dark, might come to the light, if they talk about it Betcha wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it I could stomp it, racks up in these mics, don’t got illegal money That nigga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her beat it honey Got so many options can’t even decide, too many labels on me Open the mansion and we livin’ life, nigga we made the money She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction We known to fuck up the city, destruction My bitch just don’t leave me hanging, do cute shit She keep on making up stupid assumptions
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