Yeah, this shit beautiful nigga (The Free Nationals) Look, Pyrex got the Cocaine resin in it See the wrappers in the trash We was heavy whippin' Used to bag it up and finesse the kitchen Feds close cross the mob let the dezzy lift 'em Told him, "No trapping 'round here" but he ain't never listen Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing They found his body but his head is missin' Spent his bread with my jeweler he made the bezzy glisten Blood bottles got the pony head Three racks with the christen and copped the only pair I put up numbers nigga, Kobe here Diamonds in the Rollie clear Grammy week but twenty of my homies dead Holla, holla, holla If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh) Holla, holla, holla If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, hey, yeah) Ayo, you like the bag on my dope Cook all my dope I had to get a mote, you took all the dope Paying niggas no mind, them other niggas broke Shoot out some .223 semi hand me my scope You the best bitch ever Plus you cook the best jerk All pink FNH in your purse We love to eat, watch the ocean When we get home, I'm a eat you 'til you cry Buy you furs in July, just for nothing Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was bugging You looking at me when you suck it Do your mom know you do that? I blew your back out first date "Yo West, can you nut on my face?" I fell in love right there Holla, holla, holla If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh) Holla, holla, holla If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, ay, yeah)
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