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You a penny saver ima spend it by the cluster
Pull up in that black lamborghini with some bad bitches with me
I'm that bitch you a genie
You ain't never

and I'm on
Dead presidents you 'bout or what?
Counting bucks then dividing 'em up
I started rolling when I got in the cut
Said I quit but went and got me

chest
Not really cocky I'm bold, keep it one hunnid when J on the flow
Where you at?
I make plays on the low, watch for the kid when you up in the show

like this
Makin' y'all backflip and try to get my twist
Rocked up powder bakin soda and flour
Gettin' paid by the hour, see it proper devour
Ms J

after
Twelve a.m
I'm only outside if it's a.t.m
You still on the job i get paid by wisemen
And if I send the u.k out it's blem blem
It's been a while

Produced by: Chris Rich Beats
Recorded by: 郭子翊
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Yeah, yeah
I got too many bitches textin’ through the dm, tryna

Wet 'Em Up

Grand Daddy I.U.

Lead Pipe

1994

talk slick, but end up gettin ruined quick
When I blast ass is full
I'm wettin you with the 16 with cops on the scene, and all
Feds flex, but can't get

bitch ass soft
Smash it then I pass off
Smoking like Gandolf
Frozen like Jack Frost
Petty like Nascar
You be tryna act hard
Came up from the backyard

makin’s layin payments in the bank
I ain’t inclined t’ the shit you say, nigga
I guess the cost sucks, ya better keep up
Mad as fuck ‘cause I made t’ China

'Shut up' he sends.
Consequental ressistance.
Shocked, cause it hit me hard like an electrical fence.
Again. And again!

Verse 4:
You thought I'd not

stomach
Knowing my mum and dad split up when
I was still in her stomach
And not everything that happened I
Will put in sixteens
But I will tell you enough

you see her she gon’ have a new style on her head
Word to ray j
Pull up wit’ a cleopattra
Shoutout cleotrappa
I don't see no rappers ya’ll a zero factor

be hating they fucking trading
Want my spot you can't have it not switching places

Watch these bitches they lie in our fucking faces
Roll the J up

that ratchet city
It's a whole lot of shooting and a whole lot of killings

Extra clip up in my J, you know I'm really with it
Young nigga 15, I'm taking

know your not a fool
I saw your eyes scouted bigger
I rolled up in the Benz
All this time you've been choosen,
What you thought I'll never shine again

the uh yeah/
Heart full of gold with the ice in my veins/

Candy ass rappers boy you are snicka/
Chop your ass up like I made dinna/
Cheffing up a beat

the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride every time we ride
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by when we pass by
Until

see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just

matter how shit unfolds
As the pressure is building up, I'm like, what's pressure when you're a coal
Cause back when I first started rhyming, thought I was

time to time
Thinking it's sweet when you C J
But pussy i'm not your ryder die
Say you feeding your team but you never spared me my slice of pie
Would

breeze by
Girl you my thing thang
Ain't talking no ring rang
Down with the riff raff
J, here's the mic back
Don't get me sidetracked
I'm stuck on the hi

neck like a tick now

All you hoes in a fit
The same nigga you was dissin is dissin your fit 
All you niggas getting pissed 
I'm posted up back

friends and a bottle of Jack
By the end of the night there's no going back
I'm no cheater, but I like to win
I'll come with you
But I'll leave with your

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Damn, J, you made this? J
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pistol paranoia, yeah
Baby, I still adore ya
Don't know