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's go) for the beat
Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo
Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris)
And if you don't know, now you know, Doug E. Fresh

Nothing Brazy or nothing like that
I just popped a perk
Forgot where I'm at
Damn, shawty ass fat
Told her don't post me relax
Delete that shit relax
Bitch

cuz I'm dead
Spend the money make it all again
Say she luv me I can't love again
Can't can't wife her cuz she needy
On the tv said she see me
Don't need

broad day
Like he fit the description
Pure disrespect, while you rappin'
I don't really be listenin'
Ya bitch want somethin' dark in her
I swear that

Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead

the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by

drop
Everything fresh out the box, Rick Owens, Vetemant socks

Pop me a Perc and I get on my mode
You know my problems, hope you don't expose
You

Vert, let's go) Yeah
I don't even think that these boys ready
No, I don't think these boys ready
Ak, don't front, it came with machete
Beat up

My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we

know how we move
Don't try to slide cause you'll end in the news
V94 baby that bitch moving loose
Owen I wanna go
Owen I wanna go
I wanna go to LMK

swear I'm just passing by don't pay me no mind
Let me gone and get my ass back to where this money reside 
You jump in here just to be clear you're

shiver
So, don't try to trip, you're getting a blast
Some shit that's everlasting
You had a run-in, and now you're done-in by the #1 Assassin

[Chorus]

a change destined for the ones to pop and let it blow 

Buck back
Buck back
(Aye)
Buck back 
Buck back
(Aye)
Buck back 
Buck back
Buck 
Buck 
What 
What

Let the blood in ya body flow
Open up da mind and float
Now it’s time to let it go
Make a change destined for the ones to pop and let it blow
Buck back

blonde to the brown (blonde to the brown)
I put on Rick Owens look at me now
I'm finna drown
Don't let me down (don't let me down)
If I go down would you

Let me live
Let me go and do my shit
Drip
Hoe I Rick Owen my fit
All these racks on my bitch
My shawty she bad and she thick
She probably gone

thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does

Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has

Don't care what they talking bout
Bitch I got racks up in my account
Got a super bad bitch with her thighs out
She gone slop top until she dry

Don't care what they talking bout
Bitch I got racks up in my account
Got a super bad bitch with her thighs out
She gone slop top until she dry

like that dude
My crew don’t play by the rules
Fuck with my brother I pull out that tool
Gotta get it that’s a must
Fuck that lil bitch I can’t give her

the fire, I know the vibes, can't let you play me like no fool
Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, but you took her on a cruise
Don't care if we from

and I'm havin' my way
Keep your ho over there, she all out of place
Tell her backstage
I don't know why they want me to fall
That boy some weed and some

I'm just passing by don't pay me no mind

Let me gone and get my... back to where this money reside 

you jump in here just to be clear you're probably

sir. The stink of evil--from below--from her!
		She's the devil's wife! Beware her, sir.  She with no pity
		in her heart.”

		Hey-- don't I know you,