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Forever Parco

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Turn me up
Mines 40 yours 50
Tell em hit me up if he really with it
Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me
Homie trynna spark, told em, hold up
Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it
Mines 40 yours 50
Tell em hit me up if he really with it
Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me
Homie trynna spark, told em wait a minute
Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it
Blunt smell, rolling low, with the window tinted
F*ck 12, I ain't caught up wit em in a minute
If ain't ain't about the money I don't
Uh
Uh
Pull to the set with an invitation
Ion do much, I be money making
Tell em throw they sets, we ain't gotta say shit
A nigga pull through in a clutch, and my dawgs adjacent
To much pussy for me so we never chase it
Money is the only thing I'm giving patience
Shout my niggas, all my niggas we must be related
How you in the game, and you ain't playing
Who else turn a two to a four
Getting bred on the low
Getting head on the low too
Nigga I been getting paid by myself
Getting bread by myself
Tell me, nigga do I know you
No nigga, do it wrong let me coach you
Coach k, I'm that nigga you should come too
Broke days, man you know a nigga had to go through
No pain, watch a nigga hit a slow groovy
Moe bop, mane that nigga knaan came through
Moe guap, nigga never let it change you
Four, five, six, seven bad bitches came through
And I ain't pick not one, I let my dawgs choose
All player in this bitch, don't make the wrong move
Drop top, in a hot box let the smoke through
Young nigga, making figures bigger than the old dudes
Uh
Yeah
Mines 40 yours 50
Tell em hit me up if he really with it
Know I got my dirty niggas riding with me
Homie trynna spark, told em wait a minute
Too short, ain't bout money I don't really feel it
Blunt smell, rolling low, with the window tinted
F*ck 12, I ain't caught up wit em in a minute
If ain't ain't about the money I don't really hear it
Funny life turn cold under them street lights
Under a 100 a zone he got that sack right
Got him sipping alone, he got that act right
Hottest under the sun, he got his strap right
Was he made for this street life (nigga hell yeah)
All they give em
Is real nigga
drug dealer
Born sinner
Trend setter
Still extra
Said he was fresh to death when them stray bullets hit em (look out)
But the hustle gone continue
His mama called em up and said she love him and she miss you
But he caught up in the issue
As his homies spin the block looking for the ones that hit you

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