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Golden child Mob Gang The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic My pocket got cottage cheese Natural bitch, she don't do that weave I handle my shit in the streets And them niggas ain't fucking with me Spending money that's nothing to me Told my homie, lets run up them Gs Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze Catch a case, you not coming with me In the field, they not running with me Stacking up green like some celery I can't hang out wit folks who don't better me Booted on some motherfucking ecstasy With a freak in the bed, trying to wrestle me Suck my dick while another bitch texting me I'm a dog, who the f*ck want some pedigree Ain't no ruler you got, that can measure me Dukie to fly, that shit look like a jet to me Dasani water, that pussy feel wet to me Give me brain, baby girl come and lecture me The relationship we got is sexually Pin her down to ground, need a referee I talk numbers but shawdy gone F with me And the ganstas around me respectfully I rock them Nikes but nobody checking me Dropping these hits, got these bitches getting next to me I was taking them trips, trying to load up them packs Made it to Arizona but didn't make it back We got locked up in Texas, my iPhone was tapped I be real with this shit I can't come with no cap Kicking in doors, when I didn't have a strap Running off on the plug we finessing his sack Paranoid, too alert, you will not see me lack I just walked in the hotel went straight to the back The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic My pocket got cottage cheese Natural bitch, she don't do that weave I handle my shit in the streets And them niggas ain't fucking with me Spending money, that's nothing to me Told my homie, lets run up them Gs Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze Catch a case, you not coming with me In the field, they not running with me Dukie hell yeah, let's run up them Gs But none of them Gs is free, the f*ck you mean Cuban links, diamond dancing like Billie Jean Sorry I added your little bitch to the team Boy I need to cut down on this fucking lean I won't settle for less, this shit here my dream Pockets mozzarella, velveeta cheese Still serving exotic like what you need You want green wockhardt or you want some weed Natural bitch, she don't got to wear weave Swear this dick only thing she receive I ain't want her no more, told her leave Still dog her like golden retriever Sipping syrup like it's Griffith, no Peter Tyler Hero, I keep me a heater Level up in this bitch like I'm freezer, dragon ball We can't keep popping pills, they gone kill us all You ain't did it before, don't you get involved I can't serve that little boy, I think he the laws If I go back to robbing, that's all of y'all Guarantee your little problem is gone get solved I keep copping this Polo right from the mall If they say that it's smoke, I'm a make a call The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic My pocket got cottage cheese Natural bitch, she don't do that weave I handle my shit in the streets And them niggas ain't fucking with me Spending money, that's nothing to me Told my homie, lets run up them Gs Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze Catch a case, you not coming with me In the field, they not running with me
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