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he's holdin' on for one ride in Vegas, one ride in Vegas

And he's riskin' it all, driven by a hunger
That never will let him give up
And with fire
on for one ride in Vegas
One ride in Vegas

He's riskin' it all, driven by a hunger
That never will let him give up
And with a fire in his eyes, he dances
allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them Vegas nights was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas some other
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
Jeah, another Tay da Tight hit

11/5's in the motherfuckin house (4x)

Well I started off a hustla indo smokin
Weed in my lungs so a nigga kept
On a dark night in a lost hour
In a town built from neon and chrome
Where las vegas seeks the desert
In an old broken down casino
There
four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days commander
Gave him an army
to bloom
And blossom, I swear them Vegas nights was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas some other niggas double
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
the Mexican boy 
Born in a truck on the 4th of July 
I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly 
Fearing he wouldn't approve 
We made a lie that was feeble
and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and acquitted
If my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the four five and spit it

Then niggas run to the precinct
hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis?
Yeah, mama
Sugar,
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
the coffee
Load that truck and be on your way

Friday night you can drive to Vegas
Maybe this time you will win
Buy a trailer by the river
And you won’t have
playa click thug niggaz
Sip the liquor and roll the hip up in a vega leaf

And smile at bitches with daimonds in my gold teeth
Crease the Guess I put
on a wild one, I got stitched 
Caught up in a fight 
I was dreaming, dreaming, oh I saw you last night 
(I got a) 4 by 8 on Riker's Yard 
8 to 15 I'm
and kutty bloody nutty leavin'em shocked yaw [x4]

I roll with, villians and vigilantys regimers and outlaws
Mob figures we don't hang with cowards without
reload get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid’s arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there’s sawdust on that old dancefloor
And love still hides
I road down Haley street
In my 5.O, no
Got the ragtop down 
So my vegas can blow ,yea
My wheels are spinning
My rims are shining 
On the street,yea
Early one morning at county line
The swells 4-6 approaching 9
The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky
A Golden State Pipe
Conchita was mine