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They think that they know, something 'bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
of death How is it possible that 200 million guns Are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners? Until we do something, guns will continue to flood
of death How is it possible that two hundred million guns Are owned in the U.S. with only eighty million legal owners? Until we do something, guns will
I Don't Need No Security You Know What I'm On You Know Where I'm At Y'all Niggas Can't Even Put Fear In Me I Walk In The Club I Blow A Few Stacks Da
Gotta get it Yea we going wow wow And we blowing wow wow In the club give a fuck You could pour the wow wow Were you going down town Yea we don’t turn
grow up? You was raised inside the house bitch you don't know us Hoes They in my rover act like they know us We met them club and they said they gone
At the club Witt my niccas we vibin' cooling relaxin' VIP lookin right and the women lookin' fantastic Tryna fine me a bad bitch something that more
and fake dappin That's why I never step in clubs I just want to be by myself and that's cool Roll Viola Bumbu in my cola Throw Ciroc in my soda Disney
wanna pay me Here arguin' with club owners Holdin' up party time and they waitin' Can't stand it man when they janky Gotta wonder what are they thinkin'
Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky 40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted [Big V] Country cookin, dog
leftovers Riding round the city fliest of whips I got a chauffeur She getting lucky and wishing on stars Might as well blow on a clover Seat back in the rover
My n***** all over Pull up the Range Rover big paper, the owner She bad, moving slower She bad, they know her They wanna play me, Its getting bloody I
it, flip it Bouncer said no smokin’ but he let it go (You good) Club owner love me, it’s just business though (Just business) Waitress said she want me
well done If I shoot you it's over Pull up to my crib in a fucking Range rover This block I'm the owner shout out to your girl now she wanna bendover I
said bitch come over I ain't no thief but everybody in the club saying I stole her In the booth acting up Them owners can't even control us Don P
forgotten that I'm in my bag She normally only goes for the trap boys But I don't know how to whip no yola She still leaving the club with me cuz the gyaldem
n buy the Rover Enter club n buy the owner We Dey shine we no mind the Solar We don tie Selina no Dey find Jehovah Money Dey money long Living right
da sugar or da creamer •slave owner he stay whippn shit, Tryna buy his his kids, some Christmas gifts, out here it’s unpredictable, you gotta move like
sell my stocks Elchapo Ifyboss pushing lamboghini Truck I no be AG baby but the party no Dey stop I dey with adeleke sipping Martel in the club Even Sapa
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