50 Cent
RME Skate
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Uh yea, Uh yea Yea aaa You know Skate Slide It Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea This money keep coming in, In love with this I can't let this shit go yea, My pockets full But i feel like Lil Baby, When i'm pouring a 4 up That lil gun, Don't put no fear in us Threw dirt on our name, Tryna bury us I'll go gold like a saint, Like i'm Reggie Bush I trap out the medicine bottle Don't try, This a tip got a clip full of hollows I can put designer on you girl, Just look at me I got racks, I can turn you to a model Pills got me high, NASA Like Boxer, A big dawg You don't love me, So why would you say it Was high, I woke up had racks in the bed C230s all in my body god damn, They keep telling me you need to quit But they don't know why, I'm feeling like this Act like I love her, I just wanna hit Ma saying be careful, Like Dolly Get white boy high, So Gnarly Think I want me a bitch like Karlae, But she gotta be slime enough Something like Tommy, Got power We balling now, They tryna foul us Like Drake I got issues, Don't have trust RME baby, Something I care about I'm 3 Zs baby, Something I care about Tryna get rich with my crews, Like Terry now Say you f*ck with me, You tried to tear me down I wish that, I never came around I show love, When I bring that paper out Trapping and rapping for real, Don't think i'll stop if they give me a deal I promise i'm, Keeping it real I swear Buffalo i'm bout my bills, I swear Trap got percs, weed, and lean, Et cetera Your bitch wanna f*ck on a nigga, I just put her in my schedule Trippie Redd we gonna get it together, Got money man I had to get it together Young nigga shit, We gone ball forever Young nigga shit, We gone ball forever Rockstar shit, I just been clutching on metal Rockstar shit, I'm on a whole another level I don't speak on what I do, No show & tell Percs came from Cali, Got pills in the mail Choppa sing, Patti Labelle My bitches sweet, Got different pairs Bankroll so big, Dictionary She so pretty, I hit her in missionary Headshot, Now they read obituaries I feel so bad, For your family A bitch called her phone, Now she mad at me I'm running routes, They should Madden Me You a broke boy, Damn it's sad to see You cuffing a hoe, That's a tragedy Getting millions in my plan, I'll stick to the strategy Geeking damn, I'm hi eh fuk like Yuney Treat me precious bae, My pockets fat like Mo'Nique She never judge me, She love when I throw up B's My money they throw up C's, Shit that's brazy Got diamonds, Put ice on me baby He not crip, My nigga acting shady It is what it is, Ima slime like lil haiti Like Thug, Don't know where ima go i'm amazing Seen one of the homies fucking with the opps, I been watching him lately Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea This money keep coming in, In love with this I can't let this shit go yea, My pockets full But i feel like Lil Baby, When i'm pouring a 4 up That lil gun, Don't put no fear in us Threw dirt on our name, Tryna bury us I'll go gold like a saint, Like i'm Reggie Bush I trap out the medicine bottle Don't try, This a tip got a clip full of hollows I can put designer on you girl, Just look at me I got racks, I can turn you to a model Pills got me high, NASA Like Boxer, A big dawg You don't love me, So why would you say it Was high, I woke up had racks in the bed
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