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Yeah yeah Please don't play with me I been in stranger situations When it come down to them chances ima take em I been in stranger situations When it come down to them chances ima take em Please don't play with me I been in stranger situations When it come down to them chances ima take em Ain't no rules up in the game I might as well create a player Never worried bout a hoe I'm on the road chasing paper yeah I came from the bottom of Kentucky where the women thick as shit Might f*ck around and see a college kid trapping out a zip And here lately it's been crazy so you gotta keep a stick We be low on opportunity might end up in some shit yeah Pop out by myself and my demeanor still the same Know a bitch turned to a opp that swear to god she never change Got a passion for this music shit but I don't want the fame Don't come around me asking questions bout no lame Cause the truth is I know some people who hate me cause I really am the shit I chase paper I'm just hoping I don't end up money Mitch I cut him off before he snake me cause I heard the nigga hiss Everytime I leave the crib have conversations with my blick Like if I gotta put you in the game I'm hoping you don't glitch I was blessed with different vision chances low that ima miss I was chosen to have hoes boy you better watch yo bitch I don't rock expensive clothes prolly customize the drip nigga it's dad If we need some action hit up flex yeah he got plenty hoes I was always taught stay on my toes and I got ten of those I ain't ever met a migo but my people he got plenty bowls You can tell he live up in the streets cause he got plenty poles Please don't play with me I been in stranger situations When it come down to them chances ima take em Ain't no rules up in the game I might as well create a player Never worried bout a hoe I'm on the road chasing paper yeah I came from the bottom of Kentucky where the women thick as shit Might f*ck around and see a college kid trapping out a zip And here lately it's been crazy so you gotta keep a stick We be low on opportunity might end up in some shit I'm still having racks inside my jogger shorts and plenty more to come Tryna get my people out the bottom stuck inside the slums She bend it over make it clap while I be pulling on her bun Might f*ck around and make it rain on her cause money make her cum Tell me why do niggas come around and start hating You was just a fan If carrying my weight make me a threat ok I understand Where I'm from if you wasn't a favorite you don't get a chance Quickest way to see some real pape cut out the middle man yeah If you wanna see some real pape the cut em out Gotta take a chance and go straight to the source if it's a drought Bitch we can't talk about no paper if it ain't a large amount I seen them snakes up in the grass and I ain't have to mow it down I'm really familiar wit em both I went to school and was outside Protecting my peace keep it surrounded by a gun line If this bitch let me finish on her face she get a high five Excellent connection with her too this shit like Wi-Fi This bitch a demon
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