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Old fashioned grill whippin' let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit
For real
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
on[02:54.65]That boy talking crazy boy you better watch your tone[02:58.19]Like that nigga ghost I got power to get him gone[03:01.40]We in 20s some who the fuck is
been wondering where I been[00:22.22]Out on a mission to get to the bands (Get to the bands)[00:23.97]See where I'm at now they calling me
do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
I'm a motherfucking animal, red devil, Tasmanian
Bangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin it
spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz
Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends
Who's your rhyming hero? Wu-Tang rules again
Someone in the back
Fuck it! Come with me and drown
Your sorrows in some Jameson
(Wait a minute! Booze ain't gonna help
You chase the pain away
Stay away from him and have
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo pop roof, 20's got me sitting low
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo, I got a gallon and a pound
in vaults
Kinda crazy
My last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we
All this syrup in my stomach got me fucked up for some days
Roll on 22s I’m with some some 20s filled em with some 8s
If I drown up in this drank they
was gettin' too much money
Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggas doin' somethin'
And after
the crazy for tomorrow
This night is sweet news from a herald
F. Scott Fitzgerald
She in my view with Daisy-like apparel
No need to put the 20's on my ride
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
a motherfucker we blowing money we getting
10's on 20's on 50's on 100's and couple of bad bitches here freakin'
Russian kid, I'm in my zone, makin' some bread
I'm in a whiptail smashin' it
Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
a fact
I love blue 100s
So I keep em in the stash
Gave the pull the fucking 20s
Nigga let him make it stack ..
And this pack
This Shit is booming like
I
I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While
the phone call dawg im
Counting like 50 a day
And G-O-D keep on blessin' me
Settin' the path
The Devil tryna get in my way
I give no fuck 'bout the enemy
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
sayin?
Niggas is '02, nigga, ahhh
Ridin' round town, bitch in the whip
20s and 20s and 50s a clip
Stripper hoe bitch, stripper hoe witch
So many diamonds
was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's and 10's on ya hoe
Don't pick it up cause I got me some more now
HB got that shit
Don't pick it up
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