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I'm that nigga with the Gouda
After life bound in Cuba
Gift of gab like a ruler
Hot head and a shooter
Put yo hands on my woman
Imma do u like a shogun
Chop ya whole leg up
Box up the slices like dominoes
Ups the package
Express ship to ya mama home
Violent thoughts shiver your spine
But me
I'm getting off
Shopping spree
I'm copping Nina's, Tommy's & 24's
Pussy gon be pussy
I can't help but get involved
Wish I could say a metaphor
But I ain't got a metaphor
Don't make it more than it's worth
That's how I feel bout ya
I'm that nigga with the bacon
Praising Assalamu alaikum
Niggas sleeping on the train
Waking up before my day shift
What a fucked up situation
Did I die?
I'm seeing mirrors in my life
Something told me to be patient
I was always in a rush
I grab the gun Im stupid anxious
If u want it then you make it
Talking titties to a bracelet
This my life I know you hate it
That's why I'm the conversation going up
Do or die bitch
Know I'm going in my gloves
I used to give a fuck, now I don't give a fuck
A Taurus I'm greedy I need it all just because
Standing on the edge wondering if I did enough
Free falling I'm waiting stalling just call me on my bluff
And I don't know about much
No matter what I do most things will happen anyway
Hanging ten off the roof listing all the demons that I can't escape
Wish I could say a metaphor
But I ain't got a metaphor
Don't make it more than it's worth
That's how I feel bout ya
After life bound in Cuba
Gift of gab like a ruler
Hot head and a shooter
Put yo hands on my woman
Imma do u like a shogun
Chop ya whole leg up
Box up the slices like dominoes
Ups the package
Express ship to ya mama home
Violent thoughts shiver your spine
But me
I'm getting off
Shopping spree
I'm copping Nina's, Tommy's & 24's
Pussy gon be pussy
I can't help but get involved
Wish I could say a metaphor
But I ain't got a metaphor
Don't make it more than it's worth
That's how I feel bout ya
I'm that nigga with the bacon
Praising Assalamu alaikum
Niggas sleeping on the train
Waking up before my day shift
What a fucked up situation
Did I die?
I'm seeing mirrors in my life
Something told me to be patient
I was always in a rush
I grab the gun Im stupid anxious
If u want it then you make it
Talking titties to a bracelet
This my life I know you hate it
That's why I'm the conversation going up
Do or die bitch
Know I'm going in my gloves
I used to give a fuck, now I don't give a fuck
A Taurus I'm greedy I need it all just because
Standing on the edge wondering if I did enough
Free falling I'm waiting stalling just call me on my bluff
And I don't know about much
No matter what I do most things will happen anyway
Hanging ten off the roof listing all the demons that I can't escape
Wish I could say a metaphor
But I ain't got a metaphor
Don't make it more than it's worth
That's how I feel bout ya
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