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D.Paine

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It’s The New St. Louis, nigga
I’m drinking to hide all the Paine
And they killing they potna for fame
They know me well when I’m making deposits
Causing I’m fucking the bitch at the bank
Tell her keep the change, I got big bills
Remember we was thugging on the big wheel
Had a dream bout G but it felt real
Can’t move like that, I’m a big deal
Wanna play ball with Paine, but couldn’t take it
Yeah, we did so much dirt, can’t erase it
I done rolled a whole zip just to face em
Drive em right off the lot just to race em
It’s four in the morning and she wanna go in
Her booty ain’t big but she know how to throw it
Told me to pull up right now so she can do that shit to me
Baby, you know that I’m for it
Count some more racks on em when we getting bored
They just be messy talking, we ignore it
My lil niggas went and evened the score
Hit up Freeyo told him bro I need more
If you ain’t with me right now then you ain’t for me
They gone see me winning, try to extort me
F*ck yo feelings right now, shit ain’t important
Owe me double just for coming up short (Yeah)
Twelve wanna search the whip cause they say we reeking (Yeah)
Plus I’m on a pill, I been up, and I ain’t sleeping (Yeah)
Add it up, add it up, yeah, It’s that season
Two 50 clips, nigga give me a reason (Yeah)
Add it up, cut it up, split it with the gang
They just see the come up they don’t never see the Paine
Rather see a nigga dead, that’s a shame
I done paid my dues, I got rank
He can’t do that time he gone rat
She gone f*ck the team for some racks
Same niggas lying in they raps
They got that bad
I been getting rich, feel like Roddy Rich, I been balling every season
Know a couple white boys, stone cold killers, I just call em Tommy Eagan
I been in my bag, they been leeching
I ain’t tryna hear it, why you preaching
I been chasing paper, I been going hard
Couple deals but I need a M for
Turn these old whips to some new foreign
Yeah, I f*ck her good, she can’t move on
I just be talking my shit, ya dig
I might be fucking yo bitch, ya dig
Fucked up some bands, cause I’m running em up
I will not bet unless it’s hundred or up
These nigga’s hate cause I’m bubbling up
I’m on a pill, get yo stamina up
I cannot stretch it I just roll it up
After the show this lil hoe wanna f*ck
She was right on time with it, that’s clutch
She gone catch a vibe, she gone give it up
I’m just too advanced, I don’t even plan
I just get the bag, I just get the racks
She just give me head, I don’t even ask
Came from the mud, I don’t gotta brag
St. Louis nigga still riding tags
New bitch badder, I ain’t even mad
Never let a mooching bitch see the stash
Wanted to play with these racks since kids
I’mma lock in on em, we gone get rich
Focus on the bag, I swear you can turn up
Head so fire, it keep fucking my count up
Twelve wanna search the whip cause they say we reeking (Yeah)
Plus I’m on a pill, I been up, and I ain’t sleeping (Yeah)
Add it up, add it up, yeah, It’s that season
Two 50 clips, nigga give me a reason (Yeah)
Add it up, cut it up, split it with the gang
They just see the come up they don’t never see the Paine
Rather see a nigga dead, that’s a shame
I done paid my dues, I got rank
He can’t do that time he gone rat
She gone f*ck the team for some racks
Same niggas lying in they raps
They got that bad

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