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I ain't got no standers
I be dressin no stylus
I can stand on my money I'm higher
She in love w/ my Oscar Mayer
I got a heart of Crome
Bow down at the throne
They gone eat up the drip
She ain't even taste the sauce
But ain't shit sweet

I can still add it up when I'm geeked
I bring them racks in
You Nigga capping
Whole lotta actin
Dividing and subtracting
His hoe like my Alibis
I'm outside active
You smell all dat gas Kuz packs in
100 racks I get dat backend
If she don't give me head in the mornin
Hell naw nigga I don't want her
I don't like being lonely

Shrooms put me in a trance
Ima just my dance
Mama said pull up my pants
Or that's yo ass

I ain't got no standers
I be dressin no stylus
I can stand on my money I'm higher
She in love w/ my Oscar Mayer
I got a heart of Crome
Bow down at the throne
They gone eat up the drip
She ain't even taste the sauce
But ain't shit sweet

Don't get lost in the sauce
It's taught not bought
I den walked with the devil
So hell naw I ain't scared of shit
You can't fuck with us
In the gang I trust
Most of my niggas throwing yo B's
Some of my niggas throwing C's up
All des pill ain't no killing me
I'm so high can't get rid of me
Smile in the face of my enemy
She gone choose me Kuz she into me
Bet ion want her
Da lil bitch ya she for the streets
We get 100 a week
At the game we got floor seats

I ain't got no standers
I be dressin no stylus
I can stand on my money I'm higher
She in love w/ my Oscar Mayer
I got a heart of Crome
Bow down at the throne
They gone eat up the drip
She ain't even taste the sauce
But ain't shit sweet
Noo
But ain't shit sweet
Noo
But ain't shit sweet
Noo
But ain't shit sweet
Noo



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Writer(s): Francisco Mejia
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