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I done put 20 up under the Sig...
I done put 20 Inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah
I dig everything that you sayin' I dig everything that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the way that I look at you I just wanna grab on your butt, but The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch The FN, it give him a haircut I roll up a seven of John Dutch That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke I don't gotta act like a gangsta and she know My Backwood look like a pole, yeah My Backwood look like a pole I see 'em clouds of the smoke I'mma blow pounds of the smoke Pardon me, pardon my soul I crack a smile for them folks Niggas they eatin' in broad day In that hoe mouth like a Colgate Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case Man, I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins I don't wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win win
I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah
Without the radio, it's 20 a show and that's fasho Get that back-end, bitch, we duyin' dope, that's how it go Black Amigos, 'bout the Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, 'cause bitch, I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch Yeah You dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that, slime!
I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah
Shoot out the Coupe (Pew pew) Shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof) Pull up and smash on her We don't got to put a bag on her I took your hoe, ya dig? (Ya dig?) I told a hoe to sit (Sit) Had big bales, midget (Big bales) Now you can say I got millions (Ay!) Swam with the sharks, water (Splash) You be law and order (12) I be gettin' money every mornin': Tom Joyner (Uh) I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' 'em niggas extortin' ya (Dig?) You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh) You pay for your fame and fortune I am the plug, cordless (Brr) Pull up with blazers, Portland (Brr) I pay the neighbors (Cash) to pick up the dope on they porches (Dope, uh) I came from nickel, I came from Nichols My niggas don't know you, we do not fuck with you I've been in the system, I've been in a pickle You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with ya
I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah
Hop in the private (Private) This is a Lambo, not a hybrid (Skrr) My wrist is a faucet (Watch) Feed 'em perkies, I'm the doctor (Doctor) Draco, 100 round choppa She got her eyes on me like binoculars (Watch!) Count up this money, it's marvelous (Count it up) Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch (Stallin') You better dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what I'm) I'mma kill you and your man's Beat down the block like an amp Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp (Whoa) Go buy a rollie and bust it (Bust it, bust it) Talkin' that tough shit But you know you not gon' bust shit (Huh, huh) Look at my fashion This is a Gucci rugby I'm trappin' and rappin' Still got 'em babies in custody My diamonds be dancin' Live in a mansion My life is lovely (My life is lovely) Ain't no more loyalty Knock your ass off Pay the lawyer fee (Pow, pow, pow) Shit can get ugly
I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah Pop at your bitch
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