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Von
Skilow be sleeping with a stick right by the door, it ain't no running up
Late night, we Crippin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
TO THE FLOOR
AINT NO LOVE OVA
THERE'S NO LOVE OVA
AIN'T NO LOVE OVER HERE
CHECK YA FEELINGS AT THE
DOOR DOOR DOOR
FROM THE CEILING TO THE FLOOR
FOR YOU
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
name
Pinky promise your life won't be the same
I'd go down on one knee
Make sure your heart in one peace
Door to your happiness
I cut enough keys
You
So here's a quick list of things you gon need to do
GET THE FUCK OUT!
Don't grab shit, just hit the door
GET THE FUCK OUT!
Don't even mind the blood
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list
It's like
One, two, three, four
self
Pack thousand dolla bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you know
Put the dough down, kick your door down
Surround
self
Pack thousand dolla bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you know
Put the dough down, kick your door down
Surround
you
I can’t do anything Lord
Can’t do nothing without you
I cannot do nothing without
Here we go now
Can’t do nothing without you
I cannot do nothing
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for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
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I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off
ready? Yeah
Let's do this man
3,2,1
Ah, you thought
Alright
3, 2, 1
Oh, what's up
You thought that we were gonna turn down
Nah, nah, you must've forgot
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
the high score
You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now
The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around
Some niggas
Aye this one's for you
Thing four, thing three, thing one and two
The ones in the door when I go on tour
Yelling, "Papa please don't leave us no
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