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I'ma let my ness hang
Take fat chances
Federal reserve stacking up rubber bandaid
Run through the low got the mother fucking plug dancing
Put on baby song got the whole club dancing
Real figga they can't fake it they can't take it
My bitch extravagant she ain't basic
I don't got used to they stay hating
Need that money right now I ain't waiting
A nigga used to rap and just make up shit
Now wake up lit get your cake up bitch
She don't look like shit without her makeup dip
Bro don't treat you right you should brake up then
Get a paint crack the seal drop an eight right here
And the son quote prices for crosses I send
Niggas mad at me cuz all the bosses are my friends
Time to back that shit up for all the talking I did
I ain't chasing me a check I'm at the loft with my kids
I just bought a six pack of Dum Peep for my fridge
Write a book about my life for all the shit that I did
Scroll through the Gram double tapping all the bitches I hit
I should open up a church for all the chicken I get
In the kitchen I'm abuse for all the whipping I did
You ain't see me then I'm on a field trip like a kid
This shit real I can get a nigga killed for a beat
A hoe slammed at the table you ain't see her before
Plain these hands cuz my home boy cupping them foes
The honey balls in the basement getting me like a girl
And we impressing uncle Simon for the niggas who role
All my niggas is gangsters tell 'em stick and perrow
Lord forbid that we ever get fleek cuz we guns
Boy mad 'bout this bitch I'm the nigga she chose
I'ma fucking get the head then I'm sending her home
I was taught at a young age stick to the code
Get it double up buy Gucci shit with pros
Word is if you get money it shows
Promoter man cuz I can traffic in at the shows
Watch you all nock and get it nigga I got it
You ain't got enough for it then I'ma spot it
Drako got a green bean so I can ducks it
All I got to do is say yeah he on popping
Even back when I was fucked up I was plying
B out with Kelly picking strands like it's Kylie
Niggas sick cuz I'm getting 50 for a rocks
Let the roof back so you see it good while she talking
Niggas throwing salt in the game trying to stop it
Sell it tiff your boy foul honey did they lock me
Plugged on the craft RP Joffey
Need that dwelling 42 MM call it Moxy
Young angry nigga drive a four like a hiding
She got a pretty face I'm not sure bitch about the body
Her friend came first so I left her in lobby
Five exhales told me meet me up at Follies
Stand up in the billing while I traffic I'm on Calos
I can't really vote for these niggas they ain't solid
Been here four minutes saw a nigga getting gaining polish
Nigga snakes they'd trade their man for a dollar



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Writer(s): Phillip Glen Earl Peaks
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