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Off Some Percs
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Dy Krazy
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DY Krazy (Uh) That was a trick question I'm in this bitch rollin' up right now, DY And Wopskino just called me to go to this bitch, on bro I'm tryna get off some motherfuckin' Percs (Pop) (Yeah, pop a lil' half or somethin', I go to work) Yeah, she thick as fuck, bend over, I'm up her skirt And I keep a pistol on me though, baby, lift up my shirt (Grrah), uh Bet I can make her twerk, uh All of this rain, go berserk, uh And it make six hurt, uh But these bitches get right with my shirt, uh We was broke on the first, uh Now I'm gettin' a Lambo' first (Skrrt) At least in my city Might as well say I did it If I want that bitch, I'ma get it Might as well say I hit it, uh Abuse my power, might as well say I'm fitted I'm mixin' Amiri with Fendi, uh Pull the Lam' truck to Wendys Just to feed a bitch, I'm pourin' a six like I said fuck my kidneys I got some jewelry from Elliot, I got some jewelry from Bhindi I got some jewelry from Icebox, went to Treasures 'cause they from the city, uh Still got a safe in the city, uh 500K in the inner city, uh I still got a K in the hoodie, uh 'Cause I'm on frontline when it's nitty-gritty, uh And I got foenem really with me They gon' pull up in that 650 And we been through all kind of sitchys We gon' come through when it get sticky We done smacked up a lil' whip on a high speed, gotta hop out, but I'm still dizzy Usually I don't ride in nothin' less than a black truck, but ain't a good time to get picky I'm tryna get off some motherfuckin' Percs (Pop) (Yeah, pop a lil' half or somethin', I go to work) Yeah, she thick as fuck, bend over, I'm up her skirt And I keep a pistol on me though, baby, lift up my shirt (Grrah), uh You'll get did like Ricky, woah May the Lord bless his soul I be quick to kill a nigga, so that boy best to know Fresh as fuck, go and get the kit, I pop out at the Texaco Them niggas really gettin' chicken, shout out them in Mexico Young nigga livin' blessed for sure Ain't no reason to stress, I know Rich as fuck, you owe me somethin' Nigga, fuck that shit, I let it go Still ain't too rich to let it blow Bah, let it blow Ten racks take me no time to throw Uh-uh, I just let it go You wifin' it, but that's a ho Bustdown Rollie, this just for show All the jewelry I bought this year This Cuban link set is just for show Four-seven kickin' down Essex doors Tryna catch some poles 'Member we walked to the beach on 63rd just tryna catch some hoes Now I don't even message hoes, them lil' messy hoes Fuck them, buy some extra clothes I ain't had nothin' to match with those Hi-Tech pints, let's match some fours Four-forty-eights, let's match some 'bows Do you get money? Shit, we get money too Nigga, let's match some rolls (Come on) Hop out the Lambo' door Fuck up the club, we gon' smash some hoes Gotta get a room, lil' bitch Think you finna sleep with me in my mansion? No And I know my niggas gon' ride for me like a Banshee, though Nigga, you say you had me, that was your chance to blow I'm tryna get off some motherfuckin' Percs (Pop) (Yeah, pop a lil' half or somethin', I go to work) Yeah, she thick as fuck, bend over, I'm up her skirt And I keep a pistol on me though, baby, lift up my shirt (Grrah), uh Bet I can make her twerk, uh Uh, bet I can make her twerk, uh
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