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We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever It's no surprise when I pull up on a vibe in your city We a thick yellow born on my side looking pretty We in the club dropping dollars popping bottles we litty Ninety-Five Coogi fresh a bad boy call me biggie Hella smoke in the air black dog purple swag Big bro pulling up black and peanut butter Jag Lil Chick so you know the definition of swag Its in my blood to be a boss out here chasing that bag The Rocking Chair done been popping the plush groove was lite I have been doing that for years so now I'm popping my shit I know you have to admit because the hustle won't quit So get the hate out your heart because I never submit We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever See when the pressure applied a play has to provide Cause if he don't please step aside and get your "pro" knock in stride Nine times out of ten this pimping never gone end There's one chance that I quit because you never gone win I'm about to bring the pain breaking chains simple and plain Please tell me how I just got in about to change up the game I used to 61 roll with the Henn in my cup But now I let you play for to long now you ran out of luck I got the mind of a genius you thought I was dreamless I'm about to play the cards so they roll out real seamless The hustler is here and now the Dice are loaded You claim to be a boss but your hands have folded. We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever We're smoking black dog cigars black 85 Benz All black five percent with the black out rims Peanut Butter on the leather Gold shades for the weather Bumping Eight Ball and MGJ space aging forever
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