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Know one day Ima make it Be a millionaire off Google Docs Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin' Gon have buku knots Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient I could lose alot I wan' go different places, no occasion Wit my toolie cocked Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin' Open Google Docs Backwood to the face, to stop the racin' I been through a lot Been thinkin' bout them franklins And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers Like a movie shot Been makin' sure my rhymes tight Ain't worried bout a groupie thot I wanna see that lime light You stressin' bout a cootie slot You betta get ya mind right You think she loyal, the truth, she not You betta keep ya grind tight She wan' be spoiled, in Louie tops Bitch can't get me out Louie crocs Bitch must be dumb like Stewie pops Betta suck this dick for some truey socks Ain't got no time for ruthless thots Did all that cryin', to ruthless hearts Was spittin' rhymes in boothless spots They tellin' lies with truthless thoughts Now to see me going stupid costs Popped out just to rocked the stage Glock cocked, know I got my flame Top notch, know the pot my sage Block hot, Ima pop like Wayne I been dreamin' bout them betta days Hit the beat, and let off my pain I'm stuck inside my chedda ways For the cheese, let off that thang Know one day Ima make it Be a millionaire off Google Docs Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin' Gon have buku knots Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient I could lose alot I wan' go different places, no occasion Wit my toolie cocked Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin' Open Google Docs Backwood to the face, to stop the racin' I been through a lot Been thinkin' bout them franklins And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers Like a movie shot Double cup of kool aid, Russian Cream Feel like the old me Solo through the city wit my glizzy I don't roll deep Prolly link wit LitooBandzz You know we droppin' more heat Can't wait until it's sprinter vans And tickets, gon be floor seats Lil Bri just had Amora Now life is lookin' more sweet You play, then Ima score This forty roarin', when I blow heat Was prayin' to the Lord Hopin' I could duck the police Starvin', missin' meals But I ain't trip, I let my bro eat Morals over money You know loyalty, it mean the most Been solid since the jump But that's a given, I don't mean to boast The shit that I been through, they woulda folded I done seen the most Gon pull up in a foreign, cuz they killed bro And now I need a ghost But I can't go for none, that's on my soul I'll let this heater blow It's hot outside This blick the only reason that I need a coat It's homicides You steady askin' me, "well why you need to tote" Them comma signs For bread, you know I'm destined, swear I need a loaf Know one day Ima make it Be a millionaire off Google Docs Give my ma them faces, when I'm cakin' Gon have buku knots Jugs right offa Dacian, but I'm patient I could lose alot I wan' go different places, no occasion Wit my toolie cocked Russian what I'm tastin', get to blazin' Open Google Docs Backwood to the face, to stop the racin' I been through a lot Been thinkin' bout them franklins And been crankin', spittin' stupid drop I wan' hop out them ranges, wit my gangers Like a movie shot
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