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Dame C-Note
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lighter flicks You know what I'm saying Real loner, real stoner FreeMoneyWrld Uh (Yeah) I f*ck with lil shawty no title (No title) I run through that money, reuse and recycle Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle Yeah (Uh) Bad as f*ck, want a ring I can't wife her I just married the game, I just made her my bridal I can make a lil bitch fall in love and one night her F-M running through hoes, cut them bitches like Michael I just dropped off the load, bought my lil one some diapers I'm on the run, we on go, hit the road for the money I ran it up my ambition for hustling F*ck on your bitch ice my wrist like a slushie All these bitches on me make it hard for to trust me We flexing hard cause we came up from nothin Free my bros behind bars only God do the judging Lotta shit on my heart but a nigga ain't budging And it's still f*ck the law tell them hoes free my cousin Deep in the trap a long way from a onion Dirty stick in the closet, that pistol I'm clutching Said I'm sorry to Ma I get shit how it's comin Good dope sell itself babygirl that's free money Post up in the back blowin o's like a fungus Youngins totin that gat and that bitch hold a hundred You know we know better, but shit ain't no better We move in that trap, move it fast get more cheddar Lil babygirl bad with a ass I just met her I need some pads, in the field got my bread up We up the score undefeated the record Yeah, baby that's just for the record We moving pieces, it's chess it's not checkers Run up on me swear to God you get wet up Uh I f*ck with lil shawty no title I run through that money, reuse and recycle Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle Yeah (Uh) Bad as f*ck, want a ring I can't wife her I just married the game, I just made her my bridal I can make a lil bitch fall in love & one night her F-M running through hoes, cut them bitches like Michael I just dropped off the load, bought my lil one some diapers I'm on the run, we on go, hit the road for the money I ran it up my ambition for hustling F*ck on your bitch ice my wrist like a slushie All these bitches on me make it hard for to trust me We flexing hard cause we came up from nothin Free my bros behind bars only God do the judging Free the gang Uh I f*ck with lil shawty no title I run through that money, reuse and recycle Hop on the road, know I come with that rifle Yeah (Uh) Bad as f*ck, want a ring I can't wife her I just married the game, I just made her my bridal I can make a lil bitch fall in love and one night her FreeMoneyWrld
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