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Focusing on what's important, family and financial freedom
Exposing phony cats, fishing out the bottom feeders
We celebrate with champagne
these hoes
Do a drive by in the coupe
Spreading love out to the youth
Bitch I’m John Wick with the tool
I’m Micheal Phelps all in her pool
I’m a dog off
Riff: I know Tony like I know me and I guarantee
you can count him in.
Action: In, out, let's get crackin'.
A-Rab: Where you gonna find Bernardo?
Baby
your girl all up on me like I'm John Doe
Hanging out back stage, waiting for a photo
Oh you dance and you a go-go
Was sure look nice to meet you
No
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
about this day and then's now
At any second all these stars could burn out
And every moment is a memory in the making
And we gon' be remembered by
cat
Mm, mm, mm
Hey, if I ruled the world, they wouldn't like that
Don't think I'm lacking by myself, I'm really like that
Trap jumping like a frog,
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
A Peez Paradise
"god bless every livin mac that's out there"
"a mouthpiece is way more powerful than a gun, know what I'm sayin?"
"I wus born this
Gotta come up before I die, take care of my jits
Hold up, yea single file, I know you all want it
Pull up by my dolo sliding on my John Wick
Damn baby, yo
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
Ethereum gotta HODL
Ripple been hella fake
But Polkadot all dzay
Savin' our lives with the multichain
Shouts out Gavin Wood
Let me tell you something between
a heat some of these cold blooded cats need to feel
Like Davy Crocket, you'll loose the hand rockets
But there's a crown of thorns that won't let you
Yo, yo, reverb
Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
Yo, yo, reverb
Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
Yo, yo, reverb
Boom-ba-doom, yo,
dimes of 'caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me
show the nickin'
That's my dawg, touch 'em, nah
See if man will John Wick him (Brrr)
In the park, let it buss
Tryna test out the Smith and
Wessen, my
ain't on it
Let me on it, let me go Freethinkerz , Nitro
Yeah, I got a riddle for you
Tell me what you gonna do
When everyone keep hittin' snoops
When
conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
(Five by five) Niggaz be
Cat on Demon time
Like Doja
Nah we ain't fucking
For closure
Imma just fuck up her closure
She say
You make her pussy lips
Close up
Woah
Come and let
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
John-John the cat, he's gettin' older
And he don't jump around like
You know that he should
Come, put our baby over my shoulder
We're goin' out to get some
wavelength I guess my mind different
Bro stop acting like you ain't never seen a cat flying
I'm making plays when I touchdown I feel like Matt Ryan
I seen em'
husstle , shit cat you tell I was made from that struggle , I'm having the real one boy this ain't the other. I just made a 30 put that on my momma.
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