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the water they caught a seal fishing
When I tap the trigger it activates the weapons piston
Ejects a round that'll cause you to lay face down
You hit by

Drowning in puddles of a dark red bender
Stolen all our gold and
Now they're stealing all our souls
Trapped underground in cages
Call it wishing wells
Who's

real money bruh[00:26.32]I know what real gold feel like[00:28.31]Me and you just think different, so I can never be in love with you[00:31.59]The girl

yo' pea-coat
Decode it, yo' thrown get revolked
This coke is sold by the kilo
Yo' card, yo' whole squad on repo
Sticks make a bitch nigga think that he

primos you broke
All these side quests are jokes
Hate those kids on the boat
Qiqi ruined pity, cope
AR sixty who want smoke?
(Yuh)
Barbara got the drip

On my mother I ain't playing hang a Nigga by his dreads
Ain't shooting out of shit we walking Down tapping heads
I don't care if he was cripping we gon

Sixty hoes ain't get drugged by Bill Cosby
Can we be honest? If you broke, then just say that
We ain't finna argue over hoes, I don't play that
I just

your body start to shut down, section by section
Then I'm gone like the wind, in and out, zero detection
So fly, I never land with a peanut butter

Over sixty thousand years we've been in this place
Elders have told stories of seeing the winds change
Now it's a new world of suffering and pain

stuck in Baltimore like before
Remember buyin' drugs by the drugstore

Now I have money, big money, bitch like Thor
They screamin' they want me and Cody

off all they talking, I just hear a lot of hating
Diggin', I'm diggin' the gold
Sit down enjoying the show
I'm bout to go wit the folks
Go head and eat

to get out the country[00:42.60]Just come and suck it, fuck it got it covered[00:44.46]Lil white bitch say she don't like coloreds[00:46.72]But she fucking

(Nocturne)
(Meal)
(Yeah, what?)
She wanna take my soul (ahh)
But I already know she's aiming for the gold (ahh)
Choppa' make him do backflips like

I'll run the money up that's by any means[01:35.70]High top Jordan's open the lace to hold up my denim jeans[01:38.96]Sometimes I rap about life in

comin' in for the low
I call up the plug and he send me the load
Fucked up too many racks now I'm back in the mode
Imma bubba the kush, not Colombian gold

Three thousand degrees he bring the heat
Three sixty-five every week
Freak of nature he be going beast
Done with starving he just trying to feast
If he

of gold, the cameras catch
Been on the low
Can't manage that no more
A dream come true imagine that
Fillin' the bag
That's rack on rack
Brown on brown

flamingo
That sixty-forty-five inside
I start then I let the nozzle rocks
The realest
They left the scene and they was horrified
White tag, white bag with

that backseat, boy you ain't do shit but drive
Yeah my scent by Christian Clive, smell me coming from a mile

It's my first day in Atlanta, first day in

If I ain't the greatest then I'm headed for it
Surrounded by the most devoted clique we ain't never sleep boy
My hairline faded but my bank account

me and my frat Bros
20. Having a kickback
21. Pull up on us
22. Come by the pool
23. Sit back and relax
24. I was so excited
25. Got my blackberry hit

at the Cypher school that produced the Ultra Intelligence
Wherever whenever I wanted ran sixty four kilometers
The internet computers phones that you hold in your

hand with the red cup
Two little baddies driving crazy
Three way ting but only one ending
Oh
That body fire
60 on my neck why I retire
Tropical islands

ain't tuned in imma bring you out to the show
Give you a little then I bring you the gold
Olympian with the bars
Imma skip around I bring it up I throw it