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or buy me three
You'll get lucky, but don't you blink, I might get stolen by these other hoes
Murder on the dancefloor, reaching new lows cause
You're in
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
know we widdit
I like your thighs, ain't no cellulite
You know we widdit
Play with me
The Mission
Relax your feet and let me rub you right
You
at my ex 'cause I barely can stand her
I'm not surprised everybody don't like me
You ridiculin' everything I say
Despite being a cock suckin', mother
don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
Yeah
So it's one for the money
Two for the bitches
Three for the Mili
You can keep the Richard
(Yeah)
I don't need that
They keep watching all my
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY
I'm Harlem bound
You see
yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half
100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff
In a 3 inch shirt nigga 38
budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
(I can't say much has happened since)
We're closing time
Closing time
I loved you for your beauty
budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
(I can't say much has happened since)
We're closing time
Closing time
I loved you for your beauty
budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
(I can't say much has happened since)
We're closing time
Closing time
I loved you for your beauty
Cuz we gon Win Big
I been putting in that pain at this point
You and me, we ain't the same, that's the point
You know it is
I'm like oopsie, don't get
Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick
Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so
Goodz puts his drink down
We up here doin' this like
You ain't get trashed already
Smack
I'd getcha
I work that murk that just the way you like it baby
Turn a quickie into a all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we
we the straps
Muwama from brazy, don't play with the racks
You niggas fake cause you built on your cap
I was eighteen when I was stuck in the lab
Me
No games
Brick City where they cook raw nigga
Since you wanna ball out here's a football figure
Pulling hammers like quick draw
Junior high ain't
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
by step - inch by inch
boy I got your number
come on let me in
step by step - inch by inch
no way you can fight it
no way you can win
There ain't no
My click, don't sweat it
Here we come nigga, CMG on the rise check it
It's been a long time, but we bringing it back
This for the gangstas
foot 3 with the air max on make ur man man look like a fucking dwarf
I'm First in the fray, won't safe no life
Duckin every diss he don't want no fight
as snow)
I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
(Fuck it like you'll never know)
Verse 3
Max B:
Bigga he do it big, better check my status, I'm a boss
My
Clip a half a mile, we walk shit down like we in training, huh
Bitch, you ain't no shooter
FN, it ain't no Ruger, huh
Really in them streets like
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
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