Lyrics:
bread I think my name Money Mitch now All the hatin' niggas, I wish you knew me I could use a few of yall for the groupies In my zone like this Boehiem's
word to me nigga, I can't lose Run around with them cuse shooters That's J-Mac, Buddy Boehiem Keep it real, they some quiet niggas But it's lights out
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