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Cudi P

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Golden gun, gold extension,
I'm toting bigger gats
Ain't talking this and that
I never leave without my strap
Know I'm my brothers keeper
I always got his back
Call him the grim reaper
One phone call I get you whacked

I know this bitch be creeping
Fucking with other niggas
I swear this like the 3rd time
I can't keep saving bitches

Bitch I ain't James Bond
No I don't f*ck with blondes
We made a profit off them bags
We do it every time

Man we was fucked up
And we ain't have a dime
They said we terrorized the city
But we ain't do no crimes

Man I swear this bitch so greedy
She always finish mines
And I ain't talking to about yo ass
So don't you start that crying

I say got the bags for the low for the low
They said he left it in the whip
Oh that nigga ain't a hoe
We just spent another strip
I'm just checking on my hoe
I just moved another script
Damn my perky's almost gone

Damn my perky's almost gone
So I'ma roll this eighth
He got me on the backend
All I did was wait
I just seen my angel number
Through a pound a shake
And for them niggas who ain't active
Man that's 448

Man I'm sliding all in traffic
Looking at the city lights
Thinking how my past was so tragic
Now my future bright
I can cash out and rock shows
I want my paper right
I can crash out or buy loads
I want my paper right

I swear I want my paper right
I pray I sleep at night
I hope she hold me tight
This perc gone do me right

I say I wish you well
No we don't need them scales
I say we getting high
Cause we so close to hell
I said sorry mama ain't make the NFL
This ain't my farewell
I got some bricks to sell

Golden gun, gold extension,
I'm toting bigger gats
Ain't talking this and that
I never leave without my strap
Know I'm my brothers keeper
I always got his back
Call him the grim reaper
One phone call I get you whacked

I know this bitch be creeping
Fucking with other niggas
I swear this like the 3rd time
I can't keep saving bitches

Man I'm sliding all in traffic
Looking at the city lights
Thinking how my past was so tragic
Now my future bright
I can cash out and rock shows
I want my paper right
I can crash out or buy loads
I want my paper right

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