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They gave me 75 in the (can!)
They gave me 75 in the (can!)
They gave me 75 in the (can!)
They gave me 75 in the (can!)

Dirty coppers is tryna hit me
Thot b*t*hes is tricky
f**king round with n***as I can't stand
Repetition I had a plan
Soon as I step out that motherf**ker bought a van I had the cash
40 acres and a mule
Own a 120 acres
Momma sing the blues we got land
Bigga that sh*t a n***a jam
Got the black Panamera a 180 Grand its like

I can feel it in my bones
Like a black Bentayga that's sitting on chrome
I f**ks with the n***a Bigga we know he coming home
My proportions like aids the sh*t is fully blown I can't
Wait till my kids is fully grown
Watches in the ring
sh*t is full of stones
Got flows for the ages
n***as be tryna Jack
Riding d**k like a seesaw I'm never going back
f**k around and pay the price
Got the logo made of Ice
I be dolo in the night
Drag a b*t*h like Ray Rice and Uh
Send some n***as to flip a n***a truck
Moving weight like Lizzo
I don't give a f**k
You n***as will get the sizzle
Put em in the trunk
Tdrive his ass upstate and put him in the dump
The music is EMG we what the b*t*hes want
Baby ride d**k let me put it in her rump she got

Black Benz
Suit and tie
n***as pulling up on the scene in a newer ride
Got bullet proof doors in case a n***a step
Demonstration is in order
n***as wanna check they try to
Good thing I drive stick
Only thing I took was my babies last kiss
We when my n***as blast sh*t
I got a 180
I be going state to state
Poppin these P's and same day
Dullo, I'm bout to do it you know
Bring out the cooler
Pour the Dom, Veli the Boss Don numero uno
Sour diesel all in the air coughing up a lung
Gotta million in jewelry on walking through the slums
And I dare a n***a to move
I'll hit him with the tool
I'll make a angel out the n***a and lift him out his shoes
I'm Charly Ram

Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Better keep the hunger, n***a
You want the wave
Say a number
I was dead 11 summers
Never read Columbus
I read the word
The devil was among us
Copped a new Rollie the bezel was humongous
And it like I had to have it she knew
She had a habit we be f**king in a back seat better call a copy
f**k the prosecutor he suck a d**k until he die
Thousand dollar shades cover up the eyes
I'm a book em for a gig
Bullets cook a rib
I'm a kill the n***a dog
I'm a cook the n***a kid
Couldn't get a set of keys
Pockets full of geez
Pizza extra cheese
I call my n***a Don Clooney he floating on a strip
See youse a tender d**k n***a who focus on the b*t*h
She gotta man

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