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I left the city niggas told me that you talking greezy I bet my last fuckin’ dollar that you will never beat me Do you see me I’m the one that’s blowing by you, beep beep I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet I’m feeling good, almost better than the lakers 3 peat Me and my girl don’t wear no glove but gotta show out GP The D be A-1, she might just go and skip her BC I knew bout bad and boujee since doug remember Bebe I been so nice with this since niggas burnt CDs Since hide n go get it these boppers use to give us freebies If I told you everything you never would believe me I told my girl if we do this right I’ll be there if you need me They want beef oh I love it when these niggas feed me Either you really is a sucka or you wanna be me So be like Stevie and wonder but you will never see me A Cleveland Indian for the ones I go to bat fo’ New year new money but yeah boy I still got that flow Yall some pussy niggas but sometimes I am an asshole Run a monopoly on you niggas, f*ck it pass go I’m smokin’ on that Kobe Bryant, something you don’t pass tho Her pussy so good I told her her boyfriend he worth the hassle Square up head to head nigga yeah we can tassel Sometimes beef be mistaken for a whole bunch of cattle You niggas think you bout this shit when you know you fragile She got me diggin’ in her deep when she know she shallow These niggas copycats I am original, these niggas snakes I cant see em I hear em hissin tho You ain’t nothing but tricks to me yeah I’m pimpin hoe I’m heavy in this bitch I might just go tip the boat Only way my pockets broke is if my wrist was broke I be doing flippin’ numbers, watch me work the wrist I’m better than you not only because the things the pen do I got a doctorate nigga I hope that line offend you Lets bring her out I’m talking bout the little bitch up in you Protect thy family, get money, stay loyal things that men do I’m smoking Budda wit some shooters aimin at you losers I’m ahead of you niggas while getting head in the uber You scrub niggas luffas, every bar be super duper I’ll take yo jaw off and leave it hanging wit Mr. Cooper Move bitch I’m Luda, blowing loud like tubas In LA showing respect to Kobe and some Hoovers Lets get all of this moola and count it perfect like shula And put our feet up and probably have Hennessey and hookah I’m nasty with the flow I blame it on the Kama Sutra I’m not the dealer I’m the user I’m a drug abuser I get it from my mama DNA played recruiter I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers Ya hear me, I wear my pride around my neck I got no need for jewelers
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