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back sixty Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it (Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject) Uh-huh, I love to get
back sixty Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it (Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject) Uh-huh, I love to get
get risky And you pussy, no, bro, he a sissy Got hoes textin' my phone, sayin' they miss me Fuck is free like we back in the '60s If I say I'ma
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt Andrew Luck with it We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it Jay was in the Z, my
Bought by the dope fiends smokin' And what about the brother wit' the good jobs Savin' money and workin' hard? Bought a house for his wife and kids Ya
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning Striking you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore he's not a threat to your
president Watching my back through jack leading Jack Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed ICP
That's what my customers call it Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy
the best himself that’s Skirrtl I’m a commander like Andrew Hendo But I move the team like a Hasenhüttle But back then mandem knew that the days were
you but she leaving with me Not Andrew but call me a G A berkin for her cause she neat In the pj she suck on her knees Days are passing by I am lost in
What an honor just to be Asian Not your model minority From gold skin to cinnamon Green cards and citizens Airlifts, university scholarships,
The blood The sweat The work From me The land The oil The fruit The trees The gold The water My culture My speech Cost me a lot But now the truth is
All I ask for the truth and the loot Provide what's on the rider Give me gas for the coupe The dash sixty-five The sound so alive The loud in
All I ask for the truth and the loot Provide what's on the rider Give me gas for the coupe The dash sixty-five The sound so alive The loud in
Three hundred sixty five days in a year Every day I just keep switching my gear Pull up on your ass in a old leer Walk up in there shining like
And they told me I need to take my Time now I'm to fucking late to save You? What? Then shots rang Out the barrel of a Glock aimed By Michigan State police
though? Did you achieve you goal today? Yeah but There no buts, have you heard of Andrew tate? Get off your ass and on your feet Did you beat your meat
cash out Aint fuckin with the crew, man i’m upset Shawty in my dm’s, say i’m up next Bella sleepin by my side, and she always down to ride I been Makin
through the light You a NOLA baby I'm a NOLA baby baby Written by: Andrew Morehead Jr.
fine Oh lord what a pretty gold dime And i tell you hundred sixty five times Your love issa merry go round Olorun Oh yea yea A say she call me daddy yo
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty six, sixty one, the smoke clears, evaporate I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A hundred and eighty
Sixty hours a week, to make ends meet Two jobs ain't cutting it, I gotta work three I'm breaking up my back for this one-room shack And brother, I
by my lone (Lone)[01:10.14]Stick on my side, I got a big gold diamond chain dont take no loan (Loan)[01:14.17](Shut up, yeah)[01:15.59]Tell a bitch
made it legal (wow) Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin') Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew) All-gold rocket,
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