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Gem King
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I never see food to chop o, but I got riches in glory
My bank account don
smoke no they don't want no war
Treat it like I see it nigga ima give em bars
Hate me for no reason ima keep on doing more
Ima leave em bleeding leave em
your bluff like you had a phone numba
Who want to see Cannibus get wild
Who want to act wild get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take 'em
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
more
Pull up to the scene just to get some more
I swear I never planned this
I know you see it on the gram bitch
I swear I never planned this
I know you
fin.
This is a bank robbery bitch,
We aint taking no store,
Going straight for the bank,
Is getting us some more
Yesterday morning I woke up in Silicon
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
see right through me
Four more shots got the Julio and lemon
Three more shots I'mma be right on my level
Two more shots we gon take this one together
I never got to see my prime
Instead, I soon discovered, I'm nothing like the others
I used to wonder why deep inside do I gotta say buh-bye
One shot
what lap You in
Let’s got to the bank and see What you think
And tell me who laughing then
Who laughing then
Stilz showing his ass again
He spitting his
said
Shot after shot the shots never stop
We headed to Coney to soak up this liquor
Henny and Pat Ron a hell of a mixture
I took a trip to the bank
see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
to different faces
'cause I know I got it coming
But 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit
[more ad libs]
..."fuck you think this is?"...
..."more food for
(Huh)
No, no you can't find her (Huh)
It ain't just one boss in my family, we having plenty plenty more
Mister E P I C, I should charge these niggas for
nigga)
Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more scream
Just to let you
Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest
I was livin' down bad in my folks crib
Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is (no way)
Did more things than folks did or folks get
We've
I hit the shot for the game yea
We Gon go insane
We smoke gas propanee
And cash out by the bank yea
We was just tryna get some rank
Yea on E yea no
I pull up paranoid on the board
I'm pulling down so hard and
I'm sipping on that bar, that's that drink
And my pocket's got a fat bank
And my
Look at shawty right there with them quirks
Got me tryin' not to scratch my paint
And when she shake that ass, I throw more cash
Swear she tryna get
'm posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
'm posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip
R-O-C my don you better know my name
Man P-A-P my don you better know my crew
Shots on shots on shots you better know my aim
Yeah I'm in the firing line
lie
Waitin' for po' bank robbin' fools to try and pass 'em by
Yes, I shot that mourning dove on that cold winter day
Yes, I killed that singin' bird
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