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the steak strip and mixed it with the lobster
Sipping Dom Perignon with the fettucine pasta
You aint never seen a hundred bands I can tell by your posture
You
Let's go.
We hustle in a lil old apartment, with all the windows blacked out
I'd put it on the 'hood if you cost me
I'm a have to pull the straps
black with a gat and a skully hat
I just had to bring 'em back
All my friends call me stout
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
Flamboyant baby
I
than ten bodies a hore
Hadies slugs finna rot yo skin
Face mask
Walk in
Drum line take that
How much huh
Like ten straps
Rica mamasita
I like latinas
Mi
Yeah, Blacc Jon Gotti
My CostaNosta till I die!
Young Kros on the beat!
Break down dimes in the trap house
Bitches face down with they ass out
Got
zaggin' through the freeway:
Race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
Yo, this goes out to
Everybody
boulders
Rollin with my chip Motorola
Blazer all fucked but I ain't walkin
Head feelin light cause my stomach startin to talkin
As I roll by hoes yellin
and I fucked her face hard,
Pull up on us then send yo ass to the graveyard,
Latina bitch fuck with me only for her green card,
Gang got straps, fuck
Yo Gotti bitch got that sack
I sit on my ass and ran up them rack
We 2 loafed up
Don’t fuck with niggas got my gross up
We Banging Ls
You want
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
shit
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With
European whip and you know it's matte black
In the trap, and I'm totin' on two straps
Dirty trip, now it's time for a new strap
Fucking on yo bitch
She said
the boy?
Come and take a Polaroid, Polaroid
Camera flash, camera flash, I see yo' ass
Lookin' with yo' lookin' ass, so come and take a camera flash (ha)
Yo it's chae with a c
Pullin up on the beat
Fuck a nigga fuck a bitch
I only see me
I do this shit for fun if you know me then you know bro
I'm not
it with doubt
Bite yo I tongue while it's still in ya mouth
This your show but this is my house
Coulda had doe but he rather have clout
Coulda used
by my side, who gon' get mission complete (Take off)
Big boss on tha team, ridein' round, wit tha strap (With tha strap)
Boss on tha team where you is
Don't fuck with nobody
Niggas don't know about me
Dollars on Yo Gotti
Can't fuck I don't know shawty
Fuck her she stay in the hotel lobby
Room service
tight with' no strap
Busta's waitin' up fo' her return get no haps
She come back with' tricks turnin' for show taps
So when I come back into yo' town
with the gift of crap
Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap
Homeboy do anything for a scrap
[Kurupt]
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC
a party ahk
Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock
Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
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