money, cars, clothes

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money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, mr angel on the beat, young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha, young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy!, young mullah baby, streeetzz. damn i hate a old fake ass nigga, dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas, we gotta eat early like break fast nigga, new orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga, like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4, pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo, and the niggas say it is ours, but it aint ours no mo, from the deep part of the water where the divers wont go, hey sharks, sup piranhas, dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges, i pop on grove, i roll around ya, hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza, fuckin wit my. money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, yea, yea, ha ha, and fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga, yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets. t streets - fuck, what the fuck i look like, fuck my verse, nigga, swizz got the hook right, asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right, weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right, and im the nigga standin over the stove, wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch, drive bricks an book flights, good by bad days, hello good nights, no my coke look like carmelo?, sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined, 2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9, its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life, and fuck one time its. money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, ha ha. t streets, b a g swalla ha ha, we young mullah baby yea. i murder that boy, i kill that bitch, straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch, i turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch, and ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit, so aint no love for no otha so say i fuck dem tricks, aint no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks, unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street i know, the person now the routes to couldn't see my flow, i clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables, word that i know, called hol - ly - grove, nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes, kids, friends, and foes, and you and den i get back to the. money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money, money, cars, clothes, hoes, i'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money