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(?) (Wheres yo passion) (On the bag?) (?) Aye, (Thank you fizzle) Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around We not doin' no tresspassing, n***a we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that's eight feet Real boss n***a I don't fake beef Playing with that money that's a late fee They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein' I don't f**k pale hoes they look pasty Its a thot beat it down no cake in it In the kitchen cook it up with a apron I don't need swine so I f**k with turkey bacon I don't roll the nut on, I don't do the vapor Straight facts Walking like I'm diddy now, take that take that n***as rappin' for this gold Before they sign this eight track Tints so dark I ain't seeing anything in this maybach We ain't coming in, big boss we on jets b*t*h Lay a n***a down, see its different how they take it Ace poppin is a big bottle on my meek sh*t And I know you a broke n***a on that cheap sh*t Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around We not doin' no tresspassing, n***a we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that's eight feet Real boss n***a I don't fake beef Playing with that money that's a late fee They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein' These VV's are shining real crazy Bless your momma but she still got a late fee You bring the pints to the city that's a state fee I'm all about the dough like pastries My fit is all army but my wrist is the navy His girl got my hoodie on I know the n***a hate me I got four baby bottles and I ain't got one baby You worry about the roaches but the snakes really shady They call me wise [?] , sell dope like Jay Z I don't play games so I know they can't face me Raise in the sixies but was born in the eighties Your n***a in a uber, so he can't even race me Aye, Walking down trap with the fourty, quickest turn around We not doin' no tresspassing, n***a we gone gun him down Draws in em titties, fifties and hundred rounds Kick down the door, head down better not make a sound Pressure in my wood that's eight feet Real boss n***a I don't fake beef Playing with that money that's a late fee They'll get me we take his body, get to tapein'
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