Lulu, uh Yeah nigga, let me get a light Smoking this mimosa Why the popo so vexed for? They raid the wrong house We had the dope and money next door, uh The water on my neck pure and I ain't even get the back-end yet from my next tour That's what they so upset for, they broke so they gon' stress more I keep my gun on me, you left yours My money in line that's why I'm good with the connect for Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (talk to 'em) Free the brodie, they got my dude up in the mountains When we was fifteen, we used to shoot up niggas houses Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces I fucked nigga's baby mommas, even seduced a couple spouses I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain't even out yet Pussy good? Get a new outfit. Christian, Loubs if her mouth wet Niggas ain't richer than me, I doubt that Set the streets on fire and niggas ain't put me out yet, Machine bitch I told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload Ain't it funny how we open laundry mats To wash the money from the load, laundry mat rap My Spanish homie on the west He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Perico) And he don't care who out there when he slide He gon' pull up and start emptying the pole And everybody goes nigga I say the word, niggas gon' run down With F&N drum rounds you getting gunned down Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it So I had to shoot this SK, I gotta teach my son now How you gangsta? You ain't never do shit You ain't never shoot shit, never been to jail I could tell you a bitch (pussy) We was peddlin' sniff, told my brodie let's f*ck with this rap shit He said he'd rather sell a few bricks He said that's like me telling you quit When you the best at what you do, ain't nobody on your level who spit Came from the bottom from shoveling shit Now it's thirty pointers in the bezel of my Oyster Perpetual wrist Your bitch could tell you I'm rich, she came to my telly, The Ritz And I gave her impeccable dick I keep this Mac-11, I grip I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air, word to Fredro and Stick I told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload (let that shit go, nigga, let that shit rip) Ain't it funny how we open laundry mats To wash the money from the load (wash and folds, nigga) My Spanish homie on the west He think he Tony, when he sniff, he lose control (Papi) And he don't care who out there when he slide He gon' pull up and start emptying the pole And everybody goes nigga Yeah nigga, everybody goes nigga You, and you, and him too nigga Greenlight on all you niggas Niggas know what the f*ck is up nigga, yeah
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