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(808 Mob Crew, yeah)
Put this shit on and I fuck it up, ay
I put you on, you can't fuck it up, ay
I'm on the run if I catch me a case
That bitch broke, I spit in her face
One pair of jeans cost me 2K
Go the solo lane 'cause I don't go on no dates
Bring me the pills and I land in the A
All of my diamonds gon jump out the face
Back to the street shit street shit, ay
Head shot, sneak diss sneak diss, ay
That .45 got a kick, ok
Want Chanel? Suck dick, ok
You in Chiraq but you be in the way
I catch niggas tryna ride my wave
Know a nigga left, but he wished he stayed
30k for a show, I hit that stage
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Bitch I don't pay for no lashes, ay
Bitch gotta wait on her taxes, ay
X pills, we don't like acid, ay
That's ok
Bitch wanna lay up, she get slain
Amiri jeans hang off my waist
Walk on a bitch, lil' she bitch bad
Snort a lil' coke, lil' bitch she brave
Glock wit' a switch it touch yo' face
Last bitch gave me head was lace
So she can't tell me she late
Twenty on a chain that shit look brazy
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Give her Plan B I planned it, uh
Pull up right now no panics, uh
Opps say, "King Von can't stand em", what?
Body count so ugly, still handsome, uh
Don't bop my chain we dancin', uh
Won't talk my niggas we blastin', uh
Walked in spend twenty on fashion, what
How the fuck I make it in rappin', uh
Don't know you, boy you cappin', uh
The opps outside they lackin', what?
Steve where you at I need traffic
50K stuffed in my mattress, uh
Ever see a nigga do a backflip, uh
Don't want to, duck from this MAC stick, uh
Semi's and glizzys, huh huh
.19 wit the fifties, what huh
Hellcat with the Hemi's, huh huh
Ain't go to sleep we at Denny's, uh
I got a problem, don't tempt me, what?
Won't stop 'til the Glock is empty, ay
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