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Said you save yo' bread from Magic somethin' happened then went walla
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
Uh
you knew or not
East Atlanta, I'm with Mojo, he's got stupid nines
And in this section by myself, I'm a fucking gangster
College bitch say she always
bop)
I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger (ayy)
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medula (yeah)
I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe
By
humble, so I had to move the needle
Even when I moved Meek, I still got hit with the RICO
Now my tongue a Draco, got me feeling evil
Putting me first, by
sure ain't you
Got a little bit mad 'cause you couldn't be true
Somebody else will
Find me a bar, gonna spend my bread
Wake up the next day under
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? Gotta break it
Cause these others low key with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the taking
can't"
Thumbing through these bands, got no space inside my hands
Hop inside a wraith, I be balling just like slam
10k, yeah watch me do my dance
2020
their system
20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em
Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind
Hittin' mega pipes, gettin'
Dey chop Your Agege Bread
Here we go Omo life na turn by turn
Omo life na Turn by Turn
Omo life na Turn by Turn
Omo life na Turn by Turn
I Dey shoot my
protests... We had riots
We had reveal parties starting campfires
Umm
2020 Read like a red-letter
At least everybody got to know they're pets better
And just
wishing that I was fine
I keep on falling behind
Its only 2020
Another year goes by
I know
Another year goes by
I know
Another step another step
eyes closed
to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol be jerkin'
You
Don't you get me?
She wears a long fur coat of mink
Even in the summer time
Everybody knows from the coy little wink
The girl's got a lot
Mother, mother, everybody's starvin'
Mother, mother, let's eat
Hold your horses, got a million courses
And I'm fixin' a treat
Jeremiah, go
like the Sun on me
Gettin' this bread she said dropped crumbs on me
Walked in the club and got ones only
Need a tat on my stomach that say "prawns
(Wheezy outta here)
She say I'm high as fuck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy
Everybody's happy when they got their own room
But it ain't that easy as the times will prove
Yeah this world can make you colder quickly by noon
Yeah it made
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader
wisely
Got somethin' in the trunk if you movin' slimy
(Aye)
It do good to know your lane
Stack that bread & focus up
Pop out in all black
Feel like Bane
the ghetto?
We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
collecting some sneakers
Cause everything is different now
And that's Including my demeanor
I got
2020 2020
My visions getting clearer
Better make it now cause
is 20/20
They say hindsight is 20/20
I can see clearly now
They say hindsight is 20/20
Got jumped with my homie and he ran on me
So i stopped kicking
.jpg/225px-Music,_sheet_(AM_1999.155.96-5).jpg "Larry Coleman 2020")
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