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Blow a Bag
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Babyface Ray
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Send the coast guard please (My n***a Lee, I think we got another one) We 'bout to rain this b*t*h out Girl, move the f**k out the way Better send the coast guard, bro just came in with a fifty And it's twenty other n***as with a ten, that's two-fifty Them killers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me Way before corona, we was puttin' n***as six feet Tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle I know them n***as watchin', so we bringin' every hollow Just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin' shocked for? You probably f**kin' with a n***a that ain't got a row Let's spend it all, I ain't worriеd 'bout the bill (At all) We in herе rainin' like we just signed a deal (On my mama, n***a) Oh sh*t, they done got me off a pill (I be trippin') Now I'm on the stage trippin', clutchin' on my steel B*t*h, leave the club if you ain't tryna spend no money (B*t*h) Ran out of ones, I done start rainin' hundreds Type of n***a that'll catch it and punt it (Indeed) You ain't rainin' 'cause your a** been gettin' fronted, n***a Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', n***a, we ain't never stressin' You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, b*t*h You better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag I'm talkin' 'bout spend a n***a kit just to see some a** Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', n***a, we ain't never stressin' You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, b*t*h better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag I'm talkin' throwin' a n***a kit just to see some a**, money Ayy, who that fly n***a blow takin' E pills? I'ma need ten mil' to resign for real Hood star, fast car, n***a buyin' all the seals We don't cry, it's the art of war, kill or be killed, n***a F**k a name You see me bust if I try tuck the Shaq, I ain't never did nothin' lame There and back with the load, you never did a one-a-day Crib in the 'burbs, still'll never put my gun away You too humble, Face, pop your sh*t Rose gold white, who got a watch like this? Japanese denim, hop out chopsticks Bruce Leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks, n***a Hop out on Rodeo, hoes takin' pics I done got famous, need security to take a p*ss Richer than a motherf**ker, I can't even fake it Got so many hoes wanna work for me, might move to Vegas In a Maybach, black and silver like the Oakland Raiders Twenty-two platinum Rollie cost a hundred, no debatin' I ain't f**ked up about it, if she throw it, I won't take it I done hit the coldest sh*t in the city, bro basic Richest n***a from my hood, when they see me, they gon' chase it Type of sh*t that you do twice a year is everyday sh*t Real n***a seminar, miss me with the fake sh*t You ain't see 'em ride past? That's them in the spaceship I been in the toughest situations, I ain't say sh*t Black 560, white Range Rover, me and Ray sh*t Knock 'em down side-to-side, Steph and Klay sh*t Ghetto Boyz ENT, don't get caught when the wave hit Don't you ever go against the fam Ayy, Mas Family sh*t, n***a, yeah (My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
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