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Aye Hol Up Kam For Real I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (true sh*t) We got pesos By the case load (racks) You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt) Ten b*t*hes for each real one in the building that's the ratio Ten b*t*hes for each real one in here that's the ratio Might just put you on my payroll Make you do whatever I say so (shut up) We got ten thots on the way doe Down for facials and fellatios (ehh) Cash on steroids no conseco Lambo spinout no tornado Nasty sl*t wanna play like a angel But she got cracks all in her halo (hol up) Everyday I'm makin' me a movie like heat I’m Kilmer with Dinero you beat I'm indiscreet and in the street Shawty she in to me on bended knee (Yea, yea) And f**k all da enemies I mean it G I'm cold they anemic bulimic you better believe it Sickest in space you from venus But men are from Mars (ooohh) I'm a god in Goyard No I don't need no backin' Hop on a jet with no baggage (ooohh) Ain't got no deal But still spend like a mil on taxes (aye) What I'm kickin non fiction This here actual factual (Ou, Bee) All that hatin' don't matter Imma get this bag and get back to you (hol up) I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea (Take off, Take Off) Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (Ha Ha) We got pesos By the case load (racks) You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt) Ten b*t*hes for each real one in the building that's the ratio Ten b*t*hes for each real one in here that's the ratio Came out the project so I gotta keep a ratchet yea I be in the Tahoe or the sprinter van with the savages yea She been wanna throw that pu**y cause she seen the Audemar She wanna get invited to the crib to see the garage with all the cars I was in the baseball field n*gga don't do no cappin' (yea) Had to trap and put them hunnids in the mattress yea Got to the money then I had to cut off my last b*t*h yea I'm the first millionaire that came up out my hood I just put her in the Bentley coupe and f**ked her on the wood She been want me to eat that pu**y I'm like Mhm Mhm good I done seen all my dogs make a hunnid bands off the jug I'm a a real street N*gga don't get it misunderstood They be lyin in they raps I really got VV's Cashin out on new Chanel I got the CC Gotta stay down with my dawgs I know they need me A n*gga gotta feed the streets cause I'm knee deep yea yea yea I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea (Take off, Take Off) Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (Ha Ha) We got pesos By the case load (racks) You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt) Ten b*t*hes for each real one in the building that's the ratio Ten b*t*hes for each real one in here that's the ratio Ten b*t*hes for each real one in the building that's the ratio Ten b*t*hes for each real one in here that's the ratio
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