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up in Malibu Hook: The hustle don't stop unload re-cock More cars, more jewels fuck it if a body drops More bitches, more cash, fuck you Mother fuck
Or be run over, Mufasa Plenty of ins, got options We spun again, who shot ya'? Head in my lap, she mawkin' Empty my clip, recock it Move like a ghost,
(meanwhile) Hand around a cunt, I had to recock (recock) These niggas solid like C Walk (C Walk) I want the whole thang for a
and jump in my lac call my niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back and even the one time you was tryin to hack i still pack a strap and recock my
the school, lay in the pool And I stay in the cool Young loc I ain't playin with fools Reset, repeat unlock and recock The heat and it gets so fast spend yo
blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's, Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up, Love, when I get that gig, get
blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's, Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up, Love, when I get that gig, get
re-cock my shit before I grab my hat then I page my niggas Fiend and Mac cuz we be strapped like the men in black and uhh one time don't bother me already
niggas fiend n mac cause they got my back, and even the one time you was tryin to hack, i still pack a strap and recock my gat, eliminatin all my
rehearsin' No nigga Will come wit' disrespect an leave wit' they head on they shoulders Mobb Killaz connected from block to block Re-cock the Glock
a charge Cause we trynna relax and smoke some fucking pot Uh Got that shit on lock Uh Put it in recock Uh Show all these motherfuckers We the hottest
ur baby mom take a trip Yeah Ball like a first draft picc Yeah Broke nigga make me sick Yeah I got dat drop got dat recock Yeah Put a pussy in
always worth it I always learn from my mistakes at the end of it And when i realize i missed the shot I immediately recock My shotgun. My ak I point it
Run through it then we recock We Milly roc on these blocks We made a Milly on these rocs Stand there and watch a g shock Seen my teeth Now she wanna
of hundred's and Visa's, Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up, Love, when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when the grip stack
chest you know the rest nigga Got us pissed off die for mine, raise up get blazed Anyways get sprayed your laying in the grave, Pop em, drop em, re-cock
thoughts As I re-cock with more lines in the brochure Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop Don Gotti plots over instrumentals Hit your head,
final thoughts As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop Do Gotti plots over instrumentals Hit your
and re-cock I got old shooters, nigga, like Grant Hill in some Filas Vince Carter and G-Shox, Shaq and some Reeboks Big dog, nigga, I rap pissed off, nigga
run it up back and unload and re-cock it We stuntin', we pumpin', we sippin' like Dunkin You listen one time your head gon' be bumpin' Listen again your
and fuckin', after an episode I can re-cock this mutha', dump another load but look, let me hold your mind for a minute, just to reach no preach I'm real wit'
and follow procedures, In tha six-hundred, blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's, Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back
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