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lets get it, lets get it, aye, aye, 290 shit man, out west shit nigga, you know how we rockin nigga, get yo' guns up get yo funds up, you on that opp shit, get mob stick bitch, straight gang shit, aye, boochie gang!, aye, aye, she said she like my swag, i be cuttin' up, he can't hang with us cause he ain't cut enough, you don't want war with us, you ain't tough enough, i just bought a 5th of henny and i drunk it up bitch!, you say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up bitch!, we fall in kod and then we fuck it up, we criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us, you do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked, i told these pussy niggas not to fuck with us, and shout out to the hoes they be suckin' us, i gotta get this money up, that's a must, used to ride the bus, see the cops then i'm kickin' dust, i cop a foreign, ima valet park the bitch, i'm rolling with my niggas, i can't fuck with the opposite, she said she wanna fuck, ima charge the bitch, ten thousand for thirty mins, give the hardest dick, i know you see me vip with all this bling on, i punch yo ass in yo face with all my rings on, hollow bullets beatin in your chest, choppa king kong, i get that work, i bounce it back like a ping pong, you bill withers, get you a shoulder that you can lean on, just met a thick bitch, her name is money and she wear green thongs, i heard you be lackin off that lean get yo snooze on, get my cruise on, ima mac with some trues on, ima higher then the stars, coolin with the stars, i can tell she ain't never been in a foreign car, she can tell i get money and buy the whole bar, last night i could've sworn i smoked the whole jar, f and n, choppa bullets they go very far, i fuck that bitch and her friend like hugh hefner, and bitch i live the life of a hard knock, have a shoot out with the fed i might kill a cop, put this red beam on yo head like a polka dot, and if a nigga fuck with my bread, watch a body drop, niggas in the house cause they scared, we pop out a lot, we pull up with glocks, macs, 90's, got rugers with mops, and ion give no fuck bout no bitch i got all the thots, it ain't no lackin', keep that thirty, i got all the shots, i call all the shots,i got coke and all the pots, i pull up in a drop, throwin hunnids all out the top,
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Artist: lud foe