Confidential
Los Angeles Lifers & TRIFE LIFE RECORDS
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Yeah aye this shit something else Nigga I see how niggas wanna act haha bop bleed em Look look I know I can put that dick up on yo bitch but I don't want to I feel like boosie on this beat bitch what it do I got he putting her pussy on the the live I'm a cold dude Finna go get me a smoothing crack me a white bitch at Whole Foods 200 on the dash it's supercharged this is not no coupe Sipping slow out a coffee cup this is not no soup In a Q5 looking hi tech cause it don't got no roof You be fucking bitches for a fee nigga cause you don't got no juice I'm really putting that shit on sipping drank this is not no Duece She tryna f*ck and get paid I think she a prostitute Nigga when I walk in you better salute and pay yo dues Nigga don't even let that bother you that lil bitch gone choose Everytime I hit the road I gotta get paid bitch I got to get to it I'm pouring 8's to the face I am not a human Don't get lost in the sauce gotta know what you doing I've been making these plays I need my franks bitch I need my blue strips When I walk in yo bitch choosing what the f*ck you gone do All my dawgs counting up these blues I thought you had you a clue Heard you niggas tryna rap like me that shit boo boo Yo whole crew trying to find me like you scooby doo You a lil boy at yo granny house watching looney tunes Yo bitch eating thru this ethika she wants the fruit of the loom You can learn something from Gilly I might teach a class on zoom The lifers ain't taking no applications it is not no room I just sipped a 8 of wok coulda paid her car note Niggas hate they gone politic but Ima still win Never snitch on a Nigga I rather die of Covid These chrome heart jeans same price as yo whole fit Never get comfortable I need some M's and a new bitch Stakeout for a new opp I watched em eat his Ruth Chris Caught em walking to the car it's done I can't speak on it Rumors in the air I'm masking up get rid of yo big homie Aye I'm sipping syrup chasing 10's yeah I can't feel my face I'm finna send this lil bitch in she say she bank with chase I'm finna put this in yo yeah we finna make a play I'm off the Quagen or this tris yeah I love the taste Huh Yeah and yo bitch love my face She always sliding up tryna link she can't get location If she tryna get a hold to the kid she gotta send that bank in Drop in her account then in her mouth and I'm getting little Niggas fold when I come to that bag man this shit is mental Hopped off the porch and never looked back yeah I got my issue And I can't say what a nigga have done it's confidential Nigga talking hot shit we pulled up with chops and pistols Yeah and 1 hot sauce when I'm off the dribble And I ain't never did no boof with the pistol I up this motherfucker you better pray that it miss you That glock 43 is compact but it'll get you On the dead homies nigga you better watch yo ass
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