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What I just say? (It's a Wayne beat) Ah, f**k Alright I charge, ah I charge up in this b*t*h like I?m Goku I don't need a box for a TV, this a Roku I got these motherf**kers sick like some old food Ah Auntie in the kitchen cookin', smell like soul food I put my whole f**kin? life on Pro Tools Louie said he want all fifties, he don't want blues Grindin', ain't ate sh*t all day, I don't want food Ah, let me charge up Huah I'ma display in first cla**, put the cars up This a coffee cup, but it did not come from Starbucks Seen my b*t*h ridin' with a n***a, shot the car up Told E split the Xanny with me, chop the bar up I don't say pour lean no more, Wock? the ?Hardt up My son know how to load the gun, he a smart f**k Let him leave with the strap, h? shot the park up Before I l?arn to cut a piece of cake, I chop hard up Before I drink some Activis that's fake, I?ll pour Par up Ah, Jay, I'm charged up too Seen an opp at Summerfield, that's a shot-up school Drunk an eight of Wock' straight, it look like I shot up food Dropped dog gettin? in his car, house got shot up too They asked me who smoked dog, I ain't got a clue Oh, your daddy do dog? I kinda knew Teach me 'bout the EDD sh*t, bro, I'm kinda new Let E smell the weed 'fore I buy, he a connoisseur Baby mama put me on child support, I countersue her Wayne tried to mix the song when we was done and we got into it Smart as f**k, but when I get caught up, I'm kinda stupid B*t*h, you got a** shots, that is not your booty F**ked twelve hoes raw this week, I think I got the cooties Told Jay he can't drop a chain if it's not a coochie A red n***a drunk with dreads in his head, I'm not with Poody You ain't never heard a n***a say he shot at Louie I can't pay a n***a to kill for me, bro, I gotta do it They wonder how I made a half a mil', I dropped a lot of music Take the Draco to the booth and drop chopper music I ain't poured no lean, I cracked the pint open and poured pop into it Alright I be f**kin' so much, I'm prost**utin' How many fiends in your city? 'Cause mine's polluted Cracked the seal and let the weed stank, ain't nobody pooted I be sellin' pills you can pop, couple n***as oodle You can't even stand on your own like your legs noodle I be poppin' up in hoes' mouth, n***a, and Google I can get you eggroll fried, n***a, and woodle I told myself don't let myself get ahead of myself Chain sittin' on the dresser, the heat in the bed Go to war with n***as' hood, I'm paintin' it red Zo be sellin' five packs at time, that was eighty a head (N***a) I had to hate the n***a, put eight in his head Pourin' out half of the pop to put eight in the rest Bro noddin' out sittin' up, he breakin' his neck I be always doin' real sh*t like breakin' a check (Come on) I ain't ask you phone for a b*t*h, she expectin' a text Sellin' dope out the Sellin' dope out the gla** jar, left an eight in the 'Rex Told bro grab a Backwood, put an eighthy that My fiend keep beggin' for a front, he makin' me mad My one girl bought pills back to back, she makin' me laugh Back when that's my whole motherf**kin' life, I was a clown in the cla** Damn, I mean cla** clown N***as know they'll get beat the f**k up, they put them straps down Put my fiend in a headlock on Thursday night, but this ain't Smackdown I was out the way for a minute, but I'm back now
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