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well I’ll make another in my kitchen boy I run a song dealing cartel Storm is over I made it through the hurricane Self-medicated alcohol, herb, cocaine
change Knowing I'm staying the same My shooters gonna shoot up the range Know that we shooting with range I'm playing with fire Lui Kane All of my niggas
I hop out the range, left that bitch running Why these niggas lying like they really came from nothing But there's too many niggas out here, hey,
Zero zero See you with him and I'm losing it I'm in that whip, I go insane She lose her top, I lose my brain Jump in the skat, hop in a Range I'm
a range Like Am fighting all my demons I was guided by the Nine milly Nine milly You know You know Ride Ride Ride from my section Did I forget Did I forget
in The kitchen, got your bitch stuck up on My wrist cause that shit glisten You ain't a shooter cause you ain't got range, y'all Hit it up a civic
but the shawty can't stand me When it come to the racks, y'all niggas can't manage Gotta hit em close range, man, that bitch do damage She cut them
had walls and windows too. But my life is outside, under open skies. I am a free range man. I couldn't settle down. I couldn't live the normal life.
We is not the same The-the car and the gun is the same, cause it got range I been fappin' since a youngster You'll die reachin' for my chain Swerve
now I just need myself & a blunt in a Range Rover Windows down Buck you Spin it with my left Hit the gas with the kreps Triple threat Please don't
as well buy all the lotion Don't hit my line talking love shit When you posing knowing I'm chosen Take the big shots I ain't frozen Mid-Range Kobe
can holler if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee Anemies and my range is on Tou're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is
the game You know ta give me brains Til you make your boy range Oh try ta luv tha - Boy You gotta suck ya boy Get a Mack not a man baby, ya understand baby
swords Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board I've been thinking 'bout
on stupid, I gotta keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint Came in the Range, Hopped out the Lexus Every year since, I've been
up Fuck the city up Fuck the city up one time Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll
get your cheese up Dope man bitch! Call me Mr.Re-Up The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog 1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow! .45
If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line up We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap
waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian (ah) Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably
on stupid, I gotta keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint Came in the Range, Hopped out the Lexus Every year since, I've been
and your the team captain Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin' Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' If ya sound system
pellets all over the place Bodies all in the kitchen, all on the staircase BACK THAT UP! 1- [Celly Cel] Why must I be like that? Why must I keep
I might pull up and just skrrr If Gucci Mane was in my kitchen he'll say "burr" Racks in my pocket, darling well durrr I'ma spend a thousand
Yeah, yeah, yeah.. "Hit 'em at point blank range and watch em radiate" -> Rakim A wicked combination with my dangerous mindstate "Hit 'em at point blank
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