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Clutchin' on the Glock like I wish he would You ain't gotta trip, you know we good Ran it up straight out the mud f**k around and spend 10 bands on a rug Just to make her feet feel good Long as she make me feel good I ain't worry 'bout no n***a Watch me count my figures I don't want him 'round, he ain't livin' by the code I don't wanna meet up where he chose n***as be gossipin' more than these hoes Everything white, I don't really like gold, basic Pull up in a new Benz, racin' Smokin' some sh*t, exotic, faded He don't want to give it up, good, take it Heard he want five for the drop, paid it Real n***as don't comе around often Smoke more weed than a gardеn n***a thought he slid, we parked it n***as ain't make it no farther Ran my sh*t way up Extortion, n***a, pay up Clip too long, can't tuck n***a get too close, get touched I ain't gon' say who said it, but I heard you like it rough All that commenting he did, but I know that you ain't tough Your n***a broke and can't get fixed, baby, so wassup? Caught a n***a with his kid, boy, ya runnin' out of luck Now if I catch your ass again, that's your ass, yeah I could tell it was some friction from the past, yeah Ooh, that Michael Jackson got you thinkin' that ya bad, yeah Cut the head off the snake and left that body in a trashcan (Yeah, yeah) And I been that n***a, why ya cappin'? (Yeah, yeah) Roll up zombie, ooh, I think we got some action (Yeah, yeah) Doing 100 on the freeway, I'm smashin' (Yeah) Only take a shot to put a n***a in a casket, yeah n***as thinkin' that we playin', ain't heard nothin' that they sayin' ass pants and it came from Japan Still a leave a lil' n***a where he stand just for thinking this a game with me Went and put a bigger [?] on my neck just so they could see I ain't that n***a to f**k with, nerves too bad, I bust quick Tired of sayin' they my brother on some f**k sh*t n***a, I just put a new chain on my neck and I won't touch it Chopper bullets get to flyin', boy, I hope that you could run quick Clutchin' on the Glock like I wish he would You ain't gotta trip, you know we good Ran it up straight out the mud f**k around and spend 10 bands on a rug Just to make her feet feel good Long as she make me feel good I ain't worry 'bout no n***a Watch me count my figures I don't want him 'round, he ain't livin' by the code I don't wanna meet up where he chose n***as be gossipin' more than these hoes Everything white, I don't really like gold, basic Pull up in a new Benz, racin' Smokin' some sh*t, exotic, faded He don't want to give it up, good, take it Heard he want five for the drop, paid it I don't want him 'round, he ain't livin' by the code I don't wanna meet up where he chose n***as be gossipin' more than these hoes Everything white, I don't really like gold, basic Pull up in a new Benz, racin' Smokin' some sh*t, exotic, faded He don't want to give it up, good, take it Heard he want five for the drop, paid it
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