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I let that bitch take you to a place that you Wouldn't want to go ayy no way a double
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I let that bitch take you to a place that you Wouldn't want to go
These niggas act like hoes
I couldn't be one of those
Posted on that block forgot my clock but I still Got my pole
For that money I trapped in the snow but I got that fire on me so it's not that cold
I'm a pounds and scales keeper good clientele That can tell people
If I up this judge is gonna see through it I'ma Need more than a new paralegal
Good dope make a sneeze paprika posted in the Trap with my dawg's hyena
Another nigga just died this evening him look you in the eyes and they lie I ain't seen
Him
Nigga just got a idea choo his ass up when they Found him they cant even ID him
I poured me a six in a liter but she a real drinker So I went and got a tequila
Nigga be fakin' with beefin' rapper's ass up in Tortilla this shit a fajita
I f*ck on that bitch every morning and then go Repeat it just like the Pledge of Allegiance
So I feel like Franklin Saint got the Benjamins on But this bitch finna sing like Aretha
I'm callin' on God but he ain't call me back but I Needed somebody I prayed to
The reaper
I slap your ass out with the fire while your daddy Right there thought he told you don't
Play with these people
I ain't conceited I know you can see him why Compare it to me when you know we ain't
Equal
Everything that I did for this shit it was worth it I'm barely just scratchin' the surface
For them times I was left in the bandit but I got Them bands now f*ck it desert me
And I'm still in the streets and I'm still gettin' Dirty I'm older I'm drillin' and
Servin'
And my bitch bad as hell she know it already When I Told her it's good reassurance
Nigga can't tell me shit bout the money I been Gettin' to it you niggas just learned it
And blood from my top really standin' on Business he step on a nigga get sturdy
Pushed out to the hood got him clutchin' his gun Round them wolves he nervous
I speak for the set I keep one in the head and Then I'm probably a perky
Keep the mask Jim Carey ' swear to the streets Shit gettin' too scary
Told my mother she won't have to bury me I seen The future a moment of clarity
Big money to spare shit in my blood hereditary
I can't be outside with these pussies and rats that Nigga like Tom and Jerry
Dawg need to handle some business he just need to blick not me I'm leavin' it with him
Your doggy gon' bite you my doggy gon' kill that Gun powder didn't know the demon was in him
Your feind getting to hittin at the crack house Over the dope there's a whole lot of pushers and
Hitters
My dog went to sleep with the blackout he on the Dope too I try not to hold it against him
Look in your eyes and I know you a lie when you Look at yourself see a hoe in the
Mirror
I ain't trippin' on the bitch cause I know what it is She gon' hold it out just a little hoe in her system
Surrounded by healers and vultures a whole lot Of killers the presence bring hoe out of niggas
I can pay off the killers and show for it nigga get Flashy pose for the picture

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