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Al Geno on the track

Then I send her home, she ain't got a choice
I tote this chrome 'cause I ain't got a heart
I seen the money, the murder, the jungle in my Cartiеrs
I broke the machine, turnеd it dirty clean and counted for days
And I did all that sh*t with a barehand
Ain't talkin' hotel but I'm sharin' ten
I be straight out that b*t*h, so that Glock 10
Want that money, I smellin' it ever cent
I won't fold like gold plated, you never been
Go to Houston and get all my Cuban links
Then I f**k the lil' b*t*h that's a jewelrian
Posted in the hell house
Posted in the trap spot
Posted in that dope hole (Dope hole)
We don't need no handouts, we just want it all now
We just tryna get it sold (Get it sold)
I heard them n***as send some shots
Nobody hit, nobody die, so what the f**k you spinnin' on?

Had to let her leave 'cause I couldn't handle her
Send them youngins on a job, I'm the manager
If you never love or trust, it could never hurt
No, woah-woah
Woah-woah

F**k 'round and marry the game
Now you see I'm on Nintendo with rings
I look like a tropical storm 'cause I'm flooded with water
A n***a might join the marines
She know I'm a shark so I swim with the fishes
I promise your boy on a whole 'nother scale
Fly that b*t*h in and I get her some room
I just hope when I get this ho caught she don't tell
Posted in the hell house
Posted in the trap spot
Posted in that dope hole (Dope hole)
We don't need no handouts, we just want it all now
We just tryna get it sold (Get it sold)
I heard them n***as send some shots
Nobody hit, nobody die, so what the f**k you spinnin' on?

Then I send her home, she ain't got a choice
I tote this chrome 'cause I ain't got a heart
I seen the money, the murder, the jungle in my Cartiers

Riding through calamity
I was f**kin' Blasian on a canopy
They blame the gang for the casualty
When somebody die, they be mad at me
I got the killers on salary
Ain't got no limits like Master P
Fake n***as tryna slander me
I got eight n***as tryna rest in piece
I'm that n***a you keep far away
'Cause I'm the same n***a that'll ride today
That ain't no cap, I'm fitted
I'm runnin' my city
I'm servin' these P's like Diddy
I bought my shorty a Masi'
Then we started arguing
I took it and got her a Civic
Jumping your window like ribbit
Finnesin' and stealin'
Yeah, flexin' like fitness
N***as for life, my snipers, they NFL
In the field like sport
Never broke again like NBA, but I don't like going to court
Ate that P, forty-four
I'm geeked like a torch
Skeet off a porch, in sport
That n***a was hatin', now we celebrating
We popped that boy top
And we parked a new car
Marry the game
Now you see I'm on Nintendo with rings
I look like a tropical storm 'cause I'm flooded with water
A n***a might join the marines
She know I'm a shark so I swim with the fishes
I promise your boy on a whole 'nother scale
Fly that b*t*h in and I get her some room
I just hope when I get this ho caught she don't tell

Posted in the hell house
Posted in the trap spot
Posted in that dope hole (Dope hole)
We don't need no handouts, we just want it all now
We just tryna get it sold (Get it sold)
I heard them n***as send some shots
Nobody hit, nobody die, so what the f**k you spinnin' on?

Then I send her home, she ain't got a choice
I tote this chrome 'cause I ain't got a heart
I seen the money, the murder, the jungle in my Cartiers

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