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Trunk in the front (Trunk in the front)
Ridin' in a elephant (Ridin' in a elephant)
We ain't gotta get the work...
You know the plug mailin' it (You know the plug mailin' it)

Gotta use alias name...
I ain't giving up my government (I ain't giving up my goverment)
Get a dollar Ima turn mothafucka into two
You know I love doublin' (You know I love doublin')

Case against a.c hotel...
You know I ain't settling (You know I ain't settling)
Best lawyer in the state... get out my face
Before I catch felony (Before I catch a felony)

Put it on the tab cooking in the lab...
Show you how to be playa Bill Bellamy
Put it in the past point me to the bag
That's what my lil' new shorty keep telling me

That's what my lil' new shorty keeping telling me
Selling that dog food bagging up pedigree
I put ten k in my chime that's cheddar cheese
Feeling like Pablo out in Medians

You don't want problems well then ya better leave
I'm never lacking or sleep Im up everyday
Pass me the weed all i need is some mary j
I got the method like man you ain't got it yet
I told my puerto rican mommy callate

Bought her a gift everydays a holiday
Popping bottles every day feel like saturday
Strippers bitches tryna throw dat lil cat away
If ya pussy stink bitch go that a way

Finger fuck a model from Piscataway
Judge hit me with assault and battery
I need money every day not a salary
Chilling smoking eating platters at Apple Bees

Local rappers really got the audacity
Half of yall be sweeter than daiquiris
Scared to take a gun and shoot the shit rapidly
Im really bout it ain't one ounce a cap in me...
They keep me my name in they mouth like a cavity...
School of hard knocks bitch im the faculty

School of hard knocks bitch we in class
I don't wanna learn nothing but. math
Taught my son how to add up a bag
Went out had to buy me foreign before that... I was taking a cab

My ex bitch yea I'm making her mad
You homie hoping that ain't making me mad cuz
If I call her she gon' give up that ass
Most of ya'll bitches aint got class... turn a model to a thot she fast

She goin' bust it open for a lil' bag
Smack her ass and I made her look back
One k I done blow a whole stack
If shorty bad she can sit on my lap



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Writer(s): Justin Burney
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