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my mansion sittin on 40 acres
who da neighbors
Kobe Bryant from the lakers
Now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the lakers
Now that's paper
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big cribs lot of cars and enormous prices
aint gon tell you what i spent but my blood might
Get money Get pussy smoking weed forever Rub that money in my palms cause it breathe better
hole real estate came with a lot of zeros (how you do that Mane?)
sold to a lot of people over 30 million sold that’s a lot of people
now i gottta big crib that fit a lot of people

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straight from the projects now i ride maserati
the life of a Mob nigga i think i'm John Gotti
bank statement proof i buy what i chose
i take 4o racks i throw it out and i am cool
got all these thirsty bitches think im gon pay em
this dick you can but money you gets nane (none)
no need for wristbands the owner know who i am 10 bottles of rosay two models on both hands.....

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