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Damn
I'm down the hill dodgin' dogs in my 8
F**k what you waitin' for
I wake up and take it
I see you breakin' boy
I knew you couldn't make it n***a
Every car I got slammed to the pavement
What I spent for these you couldn't make the payments
I put my leather through a true north fragrance
New rotiforms hit the fender I heard it scrapin'
I hit the scene with a couple blunts
No, this is not the Runtz
They say what you smokin' on
B*t*h I'm smokin' diamond crumbs
She just bought herself a car
Now she gettin' to and from
I f**ked her than I f**ked her friend
Causе she said it's cool with her
I f**ked hеr than I ducked again
But I still ain't through with her
Katanas in the chandalier
Like I'm a Yakuza or sum
We used to crack cars
Now I feel so bad for screwin' em
Now I send legal money back to my
Jeweler and them
I pull up so clean she eliminated you and him
I don't give no f**k bout none of you n***as
Or the rest of them
I pulled up with more HP
And got the best of him
Smell the weed from here to AZ
She came back again
Dub edition tour I pull up and scream I'm back again
See the line up and wrap around
Than back down again
She asked me permission if it's cool
If she can bring a friend
She said this my only best friend
We the freaky twins
How much do you know?
What you know bout what you think you know?
I know you went broke
And don't ask me how I think I know
Spin and I spin again
Rims and the Michelins
Got to spec the custom lens
I'm at the Cars & Coffee in my old school
Old dudes think it's cool
They said you got a cla**ic fool
I turned the tables in my favor
Told that b*t*h to sign this waiver
'Fore you partake in them party favors
God damn I just beat a lamb
They caught me in the traffic cam
Send the ticket don't give a damn
I hit the streets and make the traffic jam
All my n***as ridin' slam
Play with me I get ya blammed
I'll put ya with some eggs and ham
B*t*h came from a foreign town
Chain came out the hoover dam
Hit the club and tore it down
On tour I do that every town
She said whats up with it now
I said whats up and beat it down
Hollow squad the toughest round
I hit the show and blow it down
I don't do no runnin' round
The smoke I pull up windows down
He popped up now he underground
I told his a** to settle down
I pop up damn near anywhere
But you ain't never see me ‘round
I don't give no f**k bout none of you n***as
Or who you be around

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