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Momma told me get right
Gotta keep your head on
Manifest I'm just gifted
Gotta get my bread long
Niggas try to slime you out
To take your place, they
to the future not long time ago
I'm not the same person you used to know
나의 존제의 무게가 올라갔어 by kilograms
그 사실로보면 네 체급은 heavy weight flow
I gotta get more, Rocking
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no
don't lie.
We gotta leave.
I swear.
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem?
Ah-hah.
I never said I thought you were stupid either.
He
you walk like that
Ooh how you talk like that
Ooh how you move like that
Ooh can we groove like that
Ooh I don't know
Ooh how you don't
Realize your
life
Step to the line think twice
Give 5 cents run off like mice
Talk about what they'd do if the time was due
If they walked in my shoes
The plays
gave me Nova, gotta thank Lil' Queeze
She gave me V, Gotta thank Danielle
I'm nothing like these niggas, can't you tell?
I know exactly what you
bump de de bump
And baby you got them humps in your trunk
So it's on (Shit)
Lay back nigga we fin to ride
I gotta get high I gotta get mine
not.
I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece
You, You did?
I know where you can get 'em.
Here we go
For 99 cents
We're on
You got a better deal than I
the one I resent
When they beat you down then you gotta get up and tell your self that you are great
But when you get up then they look up to you and then
here
We can do this by ourselves
Girl I gotta watch my body
Cause I'm not just anybody
You hate it when I keep it on me
But I can't get caught without it
your rent
When I gat paid you’ll get every cent
I cook you dinner buy you a brand new car
Well a used one ha ha.
All you gotta do is sing
All you
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent
me like you gotta have it ->
You know, you know you so nasty
You know I get active ,
I get active by the day -
Round the night time roll ur way -
See
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
high five
Then I pull a pole three to a let go
Party, party, party
Put your hands up and party in the room, party
I ain't gotta check my watch
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
complain"
She said, "That ain't a problem I'm wet
But first you gotta fuck my
Brain like a surgeon get your mental working
Like a 9 to 5
Before we get it live
Lifers
Good kush be lowerin' my eyelids
They go on Google tryna find what I get
Nigga, every dollar and every cent
Thirty-three and really rich
Down
Premium gas I broke down on my jeans
See me go I won't slow down in the V
Gotta keep me a blicker
Don't talk back to me
Pass that off like a flicker
take the picture, aint no mother fucking toll
In my city we move fast, everybody gotta roll
Gotta roll, get a roll or get peter rolled
Big spliffy in
pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend (yeah,
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