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I am in Cali, you know I'm
Gonna bool with some Bali boys, oh
You can catch me on the block, with
All of my ice and no bodyguard, unh
The 40 my

pull off in a Lamb, skrrt, skrrt
Goin' ham yeah, I got the Glock 40 and
You know I tote the nina
And my bitch by my side
Shawty looking like a diva
Know

didn't get no ass
Now a nigga first class
I smoke dope, you don't even gotta ask
I been rollin' up the big dope
Sellin' pounds by that Citgo
Ayy, yeah, you

a coward that
Your bullets come through it
Maggot forty keys for it
Swag devices can't afford it
Add me up, bag it up, get this off
I'm a king
I'm a boss,

“Electricity consumed by one american at home is equivalent to one point five citizens of France, two point two citizens of Japan and ten citizens

Uh, Ayo you niggas garbage I'm way
Ahead by a large margin
See no comp in this house of Hip Hop
Bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin
The god they call me often

forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech

inside the Matrix
Out in Hollywood gettin' chased
By some agents
Sayin' they can verify your page
And make you internet famous
All that brainwashing is bad

a mentor in here
But you'd think he was by how we livin'
Oh yeah, rep gang, uh
Please don't call me faith based, uh
'Cause all of this mug is Yahweh
All

shit to do
Turn the camera on, baby
I just turned forty-two minus sixteen
Imma make a big scene
Something like a movie, yeah
Put me on the big screen, ah

(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh

Up a forty ball
Fuck around and take a selfie with it
Should've moved if you ain't
Want

Us back inside the joint
Ayy, fuck what you sayin'
I'm 40 Glock-in'
And all that shit is cool
But you ain't gotta up
That shit on everybody
You know I

niggas be so soft
I was right there, you was right there
You was wit' a gun, It didn't go off

I got this Glock 40 on my hip
I saw the police so I had

(ayy ayyy)
42 not no 40 that's what we be pouring
I don't even ask what I say she do it for me
(She do it for me)
You gotta get your groove on (Lets go)

See me reaching new highs and they wanna go

I'm playing for keeps
And I'm praying for fruit bearing trees, abundance of peace
Easily appeased by

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난 너의 래퍼 이름은 다민
Three size 40-28-45
못 먹어도 고, 떨어도 goin' up
모 아니면 빽도 기어이 쇼미로
I'm prod by 릴러, 콰이엇, 토일
벌써 난 무대 아래 수유리가 그리워요
여기 사회악 내겐 애미

3III never choke when
We ready to show it
I'm ready to go in
Tryna sit by the ocean
When I dream 'bout the golden bands
Holding the feeling closer
Wrap

a taste)
40' by my side sticking to
Me like some paste (To me like some paste)
Go into the mall, look alive like drake
(Look alive like Drake)

Bitches on my

I miss you, Angel

Stick by my side and fight with
Me until the whole entire world ends
You don't have to go that far for me
 my friend
Passageways

Yeah

Red tips, 762s, shoot a Taki at him
Good punch at Yoshi
Satisfied by hibachi habit website surfing
Tryna punch like I'm Bobby Lashley
Hundred

pricey
But it's fine by me

Cat go dummy
Make me so clumsy
NOBU every night, she love to waste my money
Nose so runny
Real snow bunny
If I break her heart

my fuckin' chair so
I can line him up (Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm in the Southeast, nigga
We scared of what? (Ayy)

When you catch 'em by theyself
They

okay
40 gon' clap, both ways
Move tact', don't play
I'm in a renty, we spin broad day
Two knocks, beam on each
I got a baddie, she all in my sheets
Say

do it when we wanna get in
By any means necessary to
Impress their friends
Now you done sucked everyone up in my crew
And then spanned off suckin'