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money, we ain't learn how to act All in the V.I.P. spendin' four or five stacks You can tell it's T.I.P. from how I bend my hat Send the waitress
grow up top Light flash out di crow whole block Topboy Charlie weed yuh shot Load up van fi likkle p innit Break it bag it run it Man neva rest
Trackateering Music Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all People love to use that quote "I'm doin' it for the culture" But what culture is that
on with the shades on not by myself but we on this Island Aye Now bring the hook Heart of a hustler Mind of a G I been getting money you can't hate on me
I body your man Do a drive by on you live with a body cam Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings Fuck over Feddie, they find
niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Can’t believe This must be make believe G’s and C’s all up on my sleeve Icy ropes hang down to my knees Candy trees with the crystal leaves
Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-i-n-g She was the modern ices honey dog she
[Chorus: x2] Picture us married you and me k-I-s-s-I-n-g I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-I-n-g She was the modern Isis,
pump) Who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) Nickname (Silky Smell) Last name (D-O-double-G, pump, pump) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me
Man, don't you know that I'm loco? I was chillin' right around my way 21st, east side of the Beach This motherfucker ran up on me Talkin' shit
I double my cup And I sit back and smoke a white grape blunt Smoke on a white grape blunt Young man giving no fucks Young man living my dream How
away For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case Eight's over ice straight product of the H
feeling Misch Porter True say I might step with Harlem I'm a hundred with gang And by myself I'm spartan Them man there doing up bench Cause they ain't
x2] I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain The G into
tryna impress, G Man, can see that your man-bag's empty No need to pretend I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again Never shot food, never shot no
confetti Can never quite on ballin Swush that hoop like Kd Put in my blood and sweat Now my money stick like candy Man this shit come daily Goal keeping
you the worst Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now You ain't down cause I trust nobody [chorus/master p] I trust nobody x2 [master p] One by one in this
Spoke to the yard man wanna know the p to the 45 like Alhan Spoke to the runner said he's got more than a oner and he's still counting Will get that
Man, Redman, B-Real Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know! G-yeah! I ain't here to bring the East back (nah), I'm here to relapse An hour
Your school get dazed like G by G Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
uh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches
'em G stacks And got them corn rows to the back I ain't really trying to be picky But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky Doing by
way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!) You know when you party with
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