HoW iT Go
Mikey
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Bitch I am not scared to die I want 2 rollies them big tings The ones that shine by my side I used to like selling bricks now this shit it just got me tired Runnin way from the police And the self made homicide I thought you'd always gon ride I knew u was gon be a f*ck nigga the day I saw u switch sides Issa evil world we live in man whatever I try Imma get me a tech nine for all yall dick riders Tellin that shit to the police and shit yall bitch yall cry And I told you bout them rollies that time I want 4 chains with it to shine too bright Get my ma a crib and get shit right Keep my G's close, make sure they alright Imma keep a rubber you know that's right Smoke 10 blunts and feel aight And I think I need to follow God's light But I just want ice on my neck Get into that business GEM whenever we step We comin straight for the banks Drive a lambo a rari and a tank I like how u look in that tank Ion care bout bitches they stank I know they all wanna flex up show out whenever I come You know im the baddest and shit but damn look I'm yet to come Im on the west im tryna dodge 12 woaw girl won't u pipe down Im finna go in the southside slang that shit I won't keep none You know I just want the shits You know I just get real lit Me I just wanna get rich, Get a rub up on my feet and my dick Poppin a brick then im robbin yo chick I get a check then I get that new shit I want Givenchy I want that Rick I want that gas and I want that legit I smoke that pack and the opps filled in it I had a girl but you know I blew it I rolled dice but shit I losed it Gotta say I'm kinda stucked wit it But that's how it go tho We still from the west tho We rollin that indo Got nuff but I need me more (I do) Yeah I smoke that pack You know I flew that I got no love for nyash I'd do it all for the right cash I got it all in the stash Im so high I might crash I'm so high I might I might pass out on that shit Bitch I'm too geeked I can't see off that shit Gone by 2-7 cause I'll be that lit U already know if I die I'm gone lit I'm out in NY and they got the blicks You know the police ain't shit You know bout us we'll leave you sick You know bout me cause bitch You know I just want the shits You know I just get real lit Me I just wanna get rich, Get a rub up on my feet and my dick Poppin a brick then I'm robbin yo chick I get a check then I get that new shit I want Givenchy I want that Rick I want that gas and I want that legit I smoke that pack and the opps filled in it I had a girl but you know I blew it I rolled dice but shit I losed it Gotta say I'm kinda stucked wit it But that's how it go tho We still from the west tho We rollin that indo Got nuff but I need me more
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