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Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100

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Ayy, this bitch a demon but she swearin' that she innocent
That pussy sweet as hell, I think I need some insulin
I'm from Heyden, third block, nigga, remember it
I used to have my bitches meet me up at Emerson
Still in the hood, livin' A-Class, them niggas hate that
Right there on the block but avoided shoppin' at Abass
Go and steal the phone and go and sell it to the arabs
Plug call me Diddy, I'ma take that, take that
If I fall off, I'ma shake back, shake back
Bag all the buds, bring the shake back, shake back
I just killed a pussy, let me go and get it face tat
The bitch a babysitter, leave the kids where her face at
I be goin' hard, y'all don't go at all
If I fucked your bitch, I know you goin' bald
When I get some free money, I'll blow it all
She bought a new ass, heal up, show it off
We just got a big load, we gon' need a dolly
One hit'll make the fiends do the Ricky Bobby
That Drake'll eat a nigga's face like he hit the molly
She get raw dick if she ain't just for anybody
What you doin' with that ass besides sittin' on it
And it's real, I can see them lil' dimples on it
All this money equal time, shit, it been a moment
Found out 'bout a play around the way I put my niggas on it
I can keep a bag, but I been handin' it off
A bird in my hand is worth three in the bush
Cuz was fuckin' with that dog, had to stand on my car
Had to tell the nigga, look at what you did to my roof
Big unky, you gon' treat me like your mama brother
If I give you ten, nigga, don't come back a dollar under
Started with a molehill, tryna make a mountain out of it
She tryna give me pussy, cuz she know I hit the bottom of it
No hesi when I ball, I don't fake right
Can't say he havin' motion with them brake lights
From the hood, I do capers when it's date night
Medium Delmonico, but broken into steak bites
I been outside in the late night
Where you slidin' and only stoppin' at main lights
Don't come fuckin' with the show if you got stage fright
Cuz I put my dogs around your dogs and let them play fight
This shit too easy
My bitch trippin', must forgot that I'm that nigga
We built this shit up from the basement like Big Tigger
I wanna be a billionaire up there with Jigga
She a Delta, throwin' up the Rockefella
Or whatever, but she pullin' up wherever
I'm goin' down in record books, you Raymond Felton
Like a detective, havin' sit-downs with the teller
I'm from Dexter, 'tween the boulevard and Joy
I'm a lord, boring ass annoying bitches I avoid
I'm a boss, I can cut you out or help you get employed
I'm that boy, I don't pay attention to the noise, bitch, I'm poised
I just can't be standin' on no block, I'm on point
Took lil' mama out of gen pop, she important
Soakin' up my sheets, soakin' game, she absorbent
Dave verse whoever in the world, bet the mortgage
Love Fat Ray like a brother, where I'm from
You either victim or a suspect, suspect
Had it light a year, still got my buzz back, buzz back
Workin' night and day, its days that I ain't had no lunch bag
Run off with some work, the boys will turn you to a runtz pack
Open all her doors but treat that pussy like a punching bag
Cougar 44, she on the flo', and say her son can rap
Took her on a date, the head was weak, I want my money back

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