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Auzzie Nason

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(Yeah this the shit that bops baby - was good)

Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft
Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft

Pray to god I might just take yo ass to church
Obituary on this bitch it gotta hurt
If she want gone she wanna drop it to the skirt
Ain't fuckin 'round this Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go an cop the 'lamb)
We hop out they join the band
Yuh
That's a lot of money there
(Too much!)
Take my chances sit yo ass up in the study chair
(Watchu' Know!)
Six-Speed I be crusin' with the honeys' there
Funny there these women dancing no underwear
(So what that mean?)
She wanna twerk on my lap
(Okay!)
I lay back and she work it upon that
(Goddamn!)
She wanna go up and down she say bum bum
(Oooh)
F*ck it up and I like it baby she want some
(Yeah you know I like that)
Yeah we need the distance
All these bitches they sequence
(Yeaah)
Money piling when we bring it back
(Bring it on back)
30 grand for the rubber sack
We on the team baby you know just how we ride
Got these bitches they poppin baby - she want to ride
Fill up the top and smoke on the weed yeah
If it ain't poppin she gon win an fight for me yeah

Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft
Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft

(Go get it!)
The girl calls me saying hit me up tomorrow
Don't got no time for drama and drownin with you in sorrow
(I ain't cryin with you!)
I borrowed your car didn't get that far though
Too high off a bar and weed I thought that I had plateaued
Understand you need to fucking grow up
(Word)
First hand heard your music makes me wanna throw up

I thrash your stash of trash with a blast from my Smith & Wesson from the past 
Still an efficient weapon
And even rap when I crash from a quarter ounce of hash
(Yeah keep it going)
Yeah I'm borderline crazy but thats how that shit made me
I just wanna stir the pot
I just need to get the gravy yeah I need to make alot aye
(Wooh!)
All these bitches wanna go again
Why is that you think you can pull a mulligan
Hell nah man you steppin to the plate
It's now or never ain't no time for being late
Now check it out
I drop it forth she bring it back
I park the car I hop out and then I whip it back
(Skrt-Skrt)
She like the way I drop the Benz off
I'll show you how you get the bands off
Rolly on my watch I got bitches in check
I got these girls kissin girls and they breaking they necks
When they see the bam bitches
(As they walk by)
I flick the wrist don't got to try

Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft
Yeah I gotta 'lotta cash and I'm ready to blow it
She got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my 

For the kill
Shawty stay running for the soda pill
Throw the deal
Man she go poppin off with the sex appeal
She bring it back
She sippin on bottles
She taking it more stronger
She turning up all the throttles

What you think you doing you 'gon make it big
Seen more potential boxed up in a little kid
(Yo silly ass)
Get with the program you ain't even on the grid
Foreign engineering you can hear it when it skid
(There it is cheif)
Two tone seats I got the stars on the ceiling
Got girls into girls and they be talking 'bout they feelings
(Oh my god)
Text on text we bring it back for some sex
And she bring it on beat baby she like the way she mess
Iced out two tone better take some cover
If she wanna bitch I'ma get another
I'm a warrior
I'm euphoria
(Take it back yeah how many do you want for ya)

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