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bitch you gotta scoot
Might blow a rack on a coupe
Might fuck that bitch in a coupe
They call me Curry cause these niggas know imma shoot
Im wit a birdie

for my crown
Cuz Stormpest will blow down

if a nigga run up on me I got 30 bullets sitting in the choppa finna fuck a nigga life up
He was talking cash

to the mozzy
Pull up on your block homicide kamikaze
Aye
Gucci Louis aint no problem round here
We fucked so hard she couldn't even hear
We sellin' dope only by

the beat, baby came to get with it

I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time

Bitch its Cash, uh
Nigga matter of fact
I got a gat it'll blow you back
Don't let me catch you in this cul-de-sac   
Yoppa' gone fire out

Yeah we on the road, paying no toll
Pull up let’s go
Baby tote that pole, aim and blow
We on a roll
Yeah we on the road, paying no toll
Pull up let’s

tell you all the reasons
Imma smoke until I’m gone
I don’t care I want it all
Paperchasin money calls
Percs got junkies off the wall
Blow shit up cus I’m

cash, we can blow
Come and let's go (Let's go)
Take you anywhere diamonds on me (On me)
Head to my toes
Come and let's go (Let's go)
Love is in the air

& Gabbana, Louis Vuitton
Girl I'm tryna make you mine for a minute
Make you mine for a minute
Don't you ever blow my line unless you
Tell me what's next
We

heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we

Ya tote a forty when you blow a choppa
If getting money a lawn
Then I'm a grasshopper
Versace shades, red bone like I'm Big Poppa
Ay

Smoking big 50's

perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton.
.. (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you

white, got my shoes on, got my dead fly
My head right, gotta think left, hit a red light
My eyes wide, gotta see straight, finna pass by

Time I better

(Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger)
Okay

Bitch, I rock, roll, then cock, blow (okay)
Off my socks, hoes, I get them bitches wet

Percs like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God,

ball in Louis Vuitton
We in summer this ain't out til the fall
I-40 all the traffic
like the Red Sea all the brake lights
But I'll split it for ya

4 My Town (Play Ball)

Birdman

Pricele$$ [Deluxe Edition]

2009

priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by

been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by

Shawty from Russia pour up and roll up the gusher
Aye
If you ain’t talking bout bucks
Nigga need to shut the front door yeah
I’m rocking Louis and Prada

Letting time fly by
We been gone all night
Tell me if this wrong or it's right
Or this feeling for the night
Givenchy loui Prada girl that ain't a problem

Unknown overcomer
Pando killed the beat
Tick tock tick tock
My time is coming
No doubt about it
It's happening
I'm about to blow
They about to know

Wear Louis V, feet got the Uggs
Prada my jeans, I'm getting top
She a machine, she do not stop
I'm with the routine, game is on lock
Like submarines,

Cause that's just money wasted
The real real leather
Tasted it
My girl in louis
Waisted it
And Louis V, my laces yea
I'm counting up more faces yeah
No

Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal