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Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin
Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty
Bumpin’ Conceited by "Milli" one, two

one time I'm getting four more
Copped me a new MAC ayo, I was in my cell
I clicked my heels three times
Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind
Water

Revolving Door

Crazy Town

The Gift of Game [Clean]

1999

With a door that spins.
Goes in and out,
Out and in,
'Round and 'round again.

I live a life these player haters
Would love to be living.
Since

Yeah, yeah, yeah (MO motherfuckin' 3, nigga)

It's 4: 30, grab my thirty
We gon' spin at five why you say that?
'Cause that's the time that he
Walk

let's go 'round this town and spin again (spin again)
Ain't scared to see my opp up at no party, bring them bitches in (them bitches in)
Too quick

we all covered by God
Cause lord we still sinning
And winning is getting hard
They coming with rackettering
My niggas is getting charged
Them bars is

we all covered by God
Cause lord we still sinning
And winning is getting hard
They coming with rackettering
My niggas is getting charged
Them bars is

on Monday, done by Tuesday
Rise up once, rise up
Twice, they ain't outside
The Top's not live
(Safe)
Left and right, know we're live on the glide
(Skrrt,

rollin'
Round tryin' to ride Night
I gave 'em all Steves
That's codeword for that Job, Night
MAC, 9's, TEC's, e'rything when they ride
Night oT straps
You

on my sneakers I might
End up hurting you
Glistens on glisten this not a Bentley
Behind a tint of a brand new infinity
Spin in the secret compartment
I'm

off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still

cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar 

VERSE 

Let me tell u

feet then snake by my close friend 

Pour in my cup and say and toast to him 


I’m still shining I’m still smiling 

Girls call me darling when I’m call

it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

majesty/no pageantry, just accuracy, I promise I can't rap for free/the way I run threw all them hoes(holes) they call me barry/by the way I spin off of them

the lyrics are good they look like boiled goat
Just try to taste it though
Might not be appealing but it's life inside this spoiled gold
cnnoyed by this

What's that
Seems to amaze me
Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah
You see the rims on his new ride
Spin when he stop
And he get illegal work from the feds and the cops

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

Mac talking shit like that boy he is armored
Spin like you tell him what it is the problem
She got a problem you know I'm gone solve em let's go
I ain't

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

I'm standing 10 toes
Junkie lil bitch be rolling off benzos
I keep the stick by my side like a messenger bag
Groupie lil bitch she just mad I ain't

face on a flat screen telly
They in the station singing like Melly
Spin that block till I'm dizzy
In the bando tryna get me a milly
Slap 10 from the mac

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya disrespect
I ain't