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Fuck coleslaw
Got green like lettuce
Running up racks
Like I'm Jerome Bettis
Beat up that pussy
Like Anthony Pettis
Love counting the money
I might

All these little children wanna copy
Do the number number Fibonacci
Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me
Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G
All these

way
Number din got put up on ya Head
It's a price ta pay
Pablo in the van
Case you thinking bout da back Way
Hector shotgun holding
Understandably don't

Body type, Jerome Bettis
I don't smoke on that lettuce (ok)
I just pour up that Chemex (what else?)
Show's over, roll credits (don't stop)
Psyche, I

Big Girls Need Love Too

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized

a chain, you got whiplash
Sippin' slow soda, but still drive the whip fast
Name is Jerome, but I Bettis won't hit back
Escalade bulletproof
Talkin' dog

on my back like LaVance Fields
My videos look like Nat Geo
I put up numbers in Pitt like Larry Fitzgerald
That's real 

From tha 734 to tha 412 
I'm nice

react....

Verse:
I hit Almightty,
and told him I needed a pack,
and he sent me that Tony Montana,
Number one rule in this game,
is to live and maintain,

highly flammable so remove any butane
From the environment, forcing rappers into retirement
Drifting off into the sun set, the distance
Exchanging numbers

numerous pots
In and out the spots hoping my number gone pop
Different ways to the gwop
Bro you multitalented nigga
Aww thank you now let's get back

And the medical chemicals made me look for where my bed is
Off another bus. No Jerome Bettis
Burnt trees, I ain't talking sautéed lettuce
I'm a menace
Like where my

poppin' people and we only in our twenties (Oh)
O six Bettis with the way that we run this
Oh she let us any time that we want it (Yeah she does)
Night

hoe 
 gonna run them down bettis you trash that wall be glade its broke 
 own the night like Gladis bro revitalizing the saddest row 
 can't keep up

Ain't lyin
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake
Shake em off
Runnin' with the sack like Jerome Bettis in his prime
I did my thing

Shit, I knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stamp
Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he high, ain't gotta camp
Number one contender, put me in

on me (glocks)
These niggas know ain't no stoppin' me (yup)
Five star dinin', ain't no Applebee's (uh, uh)
Number nine shit, that be all on my jeans

Cuddle  with them bands, think I got a money fetish
I been ridin' in that big body like Jerome Bettis
Got your bitch countin' cheese while I'm