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I've been mixin' I've been sippin' Since I been twenty on that lean, baby girl I've been poppin' And I've been rollin' Since I was seventeen
pull up, none for you and more for me Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever Ain't nobody
20/20 clear vision You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit I'm all for findin'
pa' ver si sabes contar Y cógele bien el ritmo pa' que no pierda el compás Y 20 más 2, son 22 30 más 4, son 34 50 más 3, 53 Yo pongo la salsa y
Dapper Dan suits Eight figure contracts, like I really hoop Blowin' cig' smoke like it's 4/20 Screamin' "Free Meek Mill", count more money Candy
in this apartment Beg you pardon oh, I rap baby, how old are you? She say twenty-two, I say twenty-three, ok, then we all crack babies Damn, why you
me anymore And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise
maleta' too me Con el mismo equipo Todas mis mujeres son cara' y ninguna con lipo Siempre primero como la Jordan del '85 Ando con 20 mujere' y tú
Bartenders coming, yeah, they move quicker Twenty, thirty bottles to the rich niggas Everything cool when I'm in the room Come with two shooters, not
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting Verse 4 (C.O.C) Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D Sell a nigga bad
languages she would delve But at seventeen to Vassar it was quite a blow That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no Jenny made her mind up at twenty
your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's Wendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy's JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired
a little something I'ma get off my chest Blame it on my body, got you obsessed Do it all night, better give me respect We're 20 deep up on this floor We
get it how you live, that thang that you working is power Tryna be generous, so honey here's a tip Now-a-days it's gettin' cheaper to put 20
Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, nigga now I ain't active So wavy, nigga I ain't rappin' Can't tell me that I ain't swaggin', no way This summer right
changed about him I put my neck down on the line, got twenty chains around it You ain't talking 'bout no money, we don't hear about it Tell all your
at the table, I'm givin' a toast (givin' a-) The first wedding that I've been in my twenties Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe
pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the floor I'm 'bout these bricks for life just like that boy
one to twenty one listen to Kendrick For instance What's your life about, enlighten me Is you gonna live on your knees, or die on your feet Take
cheaper than you Fifty cents Forty cents Thirty cents Twenty cents No, you can't Yes, I can! Yes, I can! Anything you can say I can say softer I
Guwop, Wizard 1017, yeah, yeah My watch and my chains is litty My rings and ears sadity Yeah, my watch and bag on Nicki 20 chains on me now
what'd you do, 50? 20 somethin', I did 250 MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's really
the Feds like The Juice Snoop Dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin
drive Twenty dis change I goes to this five No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe Fire up the kush she hit it now this far Now
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