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and he gon' be pouring out Henny I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly She got a couple
people Talk of only one in this fair side Though they brought him 20 ladies He would take no other bride And they say he will not move From
she) Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's Bien watched by police, feds Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters Home girl ain't got
nothin' though Still I stand tall pockets thick Fitted sitting low Twisting with my chick Out the manor in front of getting gold She ain't a gold
at the concerts [Baatin] One, two, the whole world is Tick tock, tick tock You live by the clock but I move faster Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
wasn't for you I miss my fuckin' homeboys I wish, I could bring em' back Big Benz with the slap, in the back, by the pack And if you can't move them,
Unh, young boy from the south side; got a lot of aspirations Family held me down; had a lot of emancipations Walked with me in love through all
the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin' It 'tis what it seems That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means Lost it all, from lives
candy-coated comedians Live through medium-sized imaginations Lies and exagerrations, all on an average weekday They have a unique way, of making you want