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Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag I do not wear durags, so treat my shit like glass Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my flag Cause das' gone make me mad, and i'm gone get on yo' ass Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag Nigga dat' shit is not gas, dat' nigga mixtape trash Move bitch hollon' teacher said wasn't gone pass Tollem' f*ck goin' to class, nigga i'm tryna get me a bag Boom boom boom boom errbody' on da flo Fast Money through da door, all da hoes gotta go Had to find myself like don Z-Ro Knew I wasn't goin' pro, so you can come and get it for da low My shag hang lo' my shag allow my f*ck yo hoe Gotta box Chevy put it on fo's, and I still got my wrist in dat bowl Dis is not Houston what is you stupid, we ain't comin down slamin Cadillac doors I don't give a f*ck about smoke, shit all my niggas on go Baking soda from da sto' nigga i'm tryna whip dat yo' Eazy on da track bro doin' his thang. but i'm a clear it up like cocaine Dis straight drop nigga ain't no name, we getn' money dat hate getn' lame Fast Money nigga f*ck dat fame, I re-up on pure cocaine Whip dat bitch Forest Lane, Whip dat bitch till' it's crack-cocaine Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag I do not wear durags, so treat my shit like glass Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my flag Cause das' gone make me mad, and i'm gone get on yo' ass Move bitch hollon' please don't touch my shag Nigga dat' shit is not gas, dat' nigga mixtape trash Move bitch hollon' teacher said wasn't gone pass Tollem' f*ck goin' to class, nigga i'm tryna get me a bag Nawf Dallas we killas' untained gorillas Still R.I.P. my nigga Simba and it's f*ck ya' if you ain't wit' us They say my hood ain't no hood, so i'm a let you bitches feel us Chopper wit' a short temper, prolly' got tape on da trigger Choppers out then it's over, chopper too big for da holster Chopper sound like a motor, so I got dat' bitch on my shoulder Chopper hotter than a toaster, chopper up under da' sofa Chopper leave a lil' oder, choppers and mo' baking soda Plug threw me a couple chickens, that's why a nigga had to whip it Every pack I done flipped it, guaranteed mil ticket Can't never fold I been wit' it, you rap it I live it I can't go to jail, nigga I don't put it on snap, cause it ain't yo business Who da' f*ck he think he is, shit Fast Money JD Baking soda wit' a stove and a bowl, and let a real nigga be You a killer I see, I see you ain't kill me And I'm DOLO ridin' SOLO so these niggas can't tell on me Designer can't fit on my ass, that's why a nigga gotta' sag That lean got me getn' fat, that's why I got these haters mad Just please don't touch my shag, just please don't touch my shag Just please don't touch my shag, or i'm gone beat yo' ass
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