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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Shh, shh, shh Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now Got her coming like my adlib What a hell of a sound Come on Daddy I'm your baby Shut up bitch lay down I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting Boy you need to go and pledge F*ck from round me with all that kappin Free my brother out of that chain gang Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen Free Chuck Sent my dog the last three songs I made He like damn, Bill you snapping They sleep Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing Hit my knees and pray to God I got tired of losing packages Stuck down in that country Now I'm the shit its giving laxative Carolina, baby, need my shiestys camo Every time I got a new piece hit docs refill ammo In the A, I'm swerving down peach tree hand on the camel toe Soulja Rag with the Rees like I'm fresh up out the calliope Came in with some heathens get to tweaking we aiming at your cantaloupe Know I'm about my cash I bet we rock out every show I done been a lot of shit But can't no niggas say I'm ho They know gelato eat the most I feel like big smoke Got this rap shit in a chokehold I swear it's getting easy I Evolved passed that broke shit One time for my nigga teezy Got a white bitch with a Malibu Her head off the sheezy Come on How the hell these niggas sit here act like they ain't need me I'm a bad man Take them bags and Michael Jackson beat them Shout out to that nigga Trigger but I been serving ether Lil fee on my line Beat her skeeter then delete her Bitch, you only here for Peter I been grinding nigga pockets full But my head on peezy If it's war, then somebody gotta die Nigga, we ain't calling treaty's I'm important now it's getting hard to reach me I keep a long money you would think gelato geechie Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now Got her coming like my adlib What a hell of a sound Come on Daddy I'm your baby Shut up bitch lay down I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting Boy you need to go and pledge F*ck from round me with all that kappin Free my brother out of that chain gang Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen Free Chuck Sent my dog the last three songs I made He like damn, Bill you snapping They sleep Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing Hit my knees and pray to God I got tired of losing packages Stuck down in that country Now I'm the shit its giving laxative