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betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda. 
I just call
to fly)
Let her give you head and shit
When you done give her back I got some breads to get
That's yo' bitch, but my hoe, you owe me dough
I P-I-M-P,
hell
You saw the double X-L 
Me and lil n**** finna scoop a baby G and real n****
This game a n**** got a put yo hoes on my track have hoes sellin'
All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained To Go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
dough boy
And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin young'n show that Bentley
Stunna my Pa so you know that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go
the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
Come on motherfuckers, come on

What?  Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
when I
the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
Come on motherfuckers, come on

What?  Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
when I
nigga jumpin out the escalade

Iced out wit a black mink (Blingin lingin)
And to my niggaz wonderin why they can't find me
And why come by when they
[Chorus]
This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas 
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up 
This is for my gangstas, real
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
the sickle you and a pickle

King Ghidra yo you ass betta leave 'em alone
Before ya go catch a seizure and leave 'em blown
If you ain't the best of the best in
you can’t afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up
in the truck
You butt, so chill or ima have to fuck you up for real
Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood
a felony I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga I didn't even wear a mask

I guess you know by now the BHZ do not play
My pussy valley are
Thugs be on
Some hot power
Rifle tower to rip yo head off
For bread or soak in a puddle of brokeness and stress.

Now.
Who want to test
friends hanging on my coast below tech
Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick
Of bending over, getting fucked full of dope I don't have
Oh snap, forgot it was
they (or saying) it's fecal
Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender
Surrender it like you (had enough)
Never no-contender pretending like
the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
Come on motherfuckers, come on

What?  Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
when I
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off heen an begals
Make 'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, from
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
Problems steady killin me, gotta get some ends in my vicinity
I'm in it deep, reep when I'm smashin on yo homies
I didn't want to do it, me and my baby
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill