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Satsuma Music
Satsuma Music
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Ramadi
Ramadi
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Stack me up some money Walk it going, dummy Y'all shit looks so bumpy But you're a little bit on me Walk up in the morning Walk up to some morning Walk up next to the head Walk up next to bread I'ma go pop and get them deep I'ma go shock it out just bad I'ma go free from all the rent I'ma seize your records yet 22 years and like a hell Small sum gettin' faded Feelings get so gated Haters getting shaded Hey, y'all ain't stand up, better smile Y'all ain't stand up, screwin' guns Take our money, it's like files Gettin' rich, I know some flak Got my shoes and work em out Got my car in, it's not so wild I see a reptile chillin' now I hear nothin', no smoke lock Sue my diamond zone What more is it? Hmmm Six bitches here in the room Y'all ain't got no clues My shit kicked like MMA But us wearin' in the rave I ain't black on sunny day Appreciate it, I ain't my final date Hey, y'all ain't stand up, better smile Y'all ain't stand up, screwin' guns Take our money, it's like files Gettin' rich, I know some flak Got my shoes and work em out Got my car in, it's not so wild I see a reptile chillin' now I hear nothin', no smoke lock Sue my diamond zone What more is it? Hmmm Six bitches here in the room Y'all ain't got no clues My shit kicked like MMA But us wearin' in the rave I ain't black on sunny day Appreciate it, I ain't my final date I know y'all both same Y'all ain't got no fame Y'all ain't got no fame Y'all shit outta stain Y'all be all in pain Y'all be all in pain Y'all say in the ring Y'all say in the ring Stack me up some money Walk it going, dummy Y'all shit looks so bumpy But you're a little bit on me Walk up in the morning Walk up to some morning Walk up next to the head Walk up next to bread I'ma go pop and get them deep I'ma go shock it out just bad I'ma go free from all the rent I'ma seize your records yet 22 years and like a hell Small sum gettin' faded Feelings get so gated Haters getting shaded Stack me up some money Walk it going, dummy Y'all shit looks so bumpy But you're a little bit on me Walk up in the morning Walk up to some morning Walk up next to the head Walk up next to bread I'ma go pop and get them deep I'ma go shock it out just bad I'ma go free from all the rent I'ma seize your records yet 22 years and like a hell Small sum gettin' faded Feelings get so gated Haters getting shaded
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