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Ha Yeah Turn me up maestro Sosa 808 got this bih knockin House full of shooters, they goin out vert I been a real ass n***a since birth Pray everyday but I ain't been to church Back seat of the Maybach it came with the curtains I don't do the flirtin, they lost in the sauce, they don't even know which one they be workin Like the pharmacy we never run out of percys Police hit the lights on me, f**k I was swervin My b*t*h, she curvy, Glock hold 30, b*t*h I'm not worried Pull up like a boss, all black Suburban Close, I'm in Atlana, f**k it I merge 'em Whole 1.5 we move the the Secret Service Somebody pulled in the hood and got murdered Every beat get murdered You gotta watch how you move out here cuz the streets play dirty Street sh*t get dirty, sippin this dirty, sticks they dirty Gave her my heart and the b*t*h did me dirty Baby ass n***as I burp em Got em knocked off, yes I did it on purpose Hit up your block real early, late night they gon hit it again They not gon stop till somebody get buried Talk to my money said baby we get married Pop out with the racks and the broke boys embarrassed That lil bitty money that sh*t don't compare, I swear, b*t*h Custom my drip, all you n***as can't wear what I wear Ah, yeah, what, Glock in my hand when I steer Yeah, I be watchin that rearview mirror I wish they would, I dare
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