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RGN Wayne

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I'm always ridin', she cannot see me
I told her I'd chase that dough
She said she like my flow
I told her I'ma chase that sack
Got guns that come from Iraq
Spend the paper and I'll make it right back
Know some killers that stay in the trap
Always up ain't got time to relax
Ballplayers always stay strapped
In the kitchen, I whip the Pyrex
Take a brick and then fresh off the pack
I don't like the way that you flex
Hold on, got a stunt on my ex
She broke a nigga heart, can't hold that on
Why you confessin' when I'm on my own
Check my bag so I know my worth
She got a hidden 30 in her purse
You don't get to clappin' and stuff start to happen
So the reason I don't f*ck with her
They don't be tellin' me it's hurting her
Take a trip, gon' ride an off-skirt
She steady be talkin' her way to pipe down
Baby look cute even when she frown
Nice skin tone but her skin color brown
(Oh yeah, Oh Yeah)
I'm always ridin', she cannot see me
I told her I'd chase that dough
She said she like my flow
I told her I'ma chase that sack
Got guns that come from Iraq
Spend the paper and I'll make it right back
Know some killers that stay in the trap
Always up and got time to relax
Ballplayers always stay strapped
In the kitchen, I whip the Pyrex
Take a brick and then fresh off the pack
Young nigga, I done came from the streets
Told the bitch bow down to her knees
Got a bitch and she straight from the hood
I'm not wifing her, ho, she not good
Told my bro, don't stress no more
Got a tree and it's fresh off the boat
Feel like New Orleans, I'm on a float
Bro so high, got him blowing straight O's
Just got the pack, watch me make it all flip
Told that ho to run my chip
In a Corvette, I'ma do the dash
Got me goin' too fast, I'm on they ass
Don't know how much my pockets fat
All I know is get the racks
Eighth grade I was broke as f*ck
Tryna figure out how I'ma make a buck
I didn't even have none to eat
Stomach was empty on E
Demons all in my dreams
Waking me up from my sleep
Gunfire watch me ride the beat
I wear this track like a pair of cleats
I'm always ridin', she cannot see me
I told her I'd chase that dough
She said she like my flow
I told her I'ma chase that sack
Got guns that come from my Iraq
Spend the paper and I make it right back
Know some killers that stay in the trap
Always up and got time to relax
Ballplayers always stay strapped
In the kitchen, I whip the Pyrex
Take a brick and then fresh out the pack

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