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This the 7-1-3 motherf**kin' Don T
Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, man, come pick us up in one of those SLABS, you know what I'm sayin'?
One of them sh*ts with the elbows hangin' out
Ayy, tap in

I say, "What's up, man? It's Booman, I'm back again"
Let your friends know, can you braid my hair like Iverson's?
I'm just playin', woah, I got movie hoes, top actresses on the channel
Most of my hoes know how to play the piano
B*t*h, I'm movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh, sh*t, he's Baby Keemy"
You went too long, and you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah, this sh*t up for take, yeah
You mistreat that ho, make her feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh
Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm
If that sh*t movin' too fast, I hit the brakes

I said, "What's up, ho? It's boolin', I'm back again"
Tell your friend though, I can see the money through the lens
I'm just sayin', though, know my baby really top ten
Pushin' that powder Benz off of that cash that I thought I spent (Uh-huh)
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), twenty-one wins (Yeah-yeah)
I'ma let you go in peace, but I see it how I see
Baby, keep on callin', huh, controllin' me
But I, I can never lie, only way to try
I cannot decide, middle of July

Oh, oh-oh
Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh
Ooh

Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and sh*t
Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my p*n*s and sh*t, yeah
I'm the type to talk about my demons and sh*t
Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and sh*t
I got stripes, I got rank
I'ma run down on an opp, I call it a flank (Flank)
Bet I cop that choppa, n***a, know I'm shootin' off, these ain't blanks (Gah, gah, gah)
I've been movin' in silence (Yeah), I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence (Yeah), if you play with me, I'm slidin'
Money like that, I'll spend it for ya (Money like that, I'll spend it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya (Want you back, yeah)
Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap, militant)
And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya
I thought I told ya (Ooh, ooh)

I gotta run through the fire, I need a ho like Mariah
I wanna swerve with the tire, I make the family retire
I gotta see the hope, be the way
I gotta free the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to the weak
Dodgin' the fake woke in L.A.

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