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Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
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Veeze
Veeze
Stimme und Gesang
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Vantrees Karon Malcom
Vantrees Karon Malcom
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Anand Bakshi
Anand Bakshi
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Laxmikant Kudalka
Laxmikant Kudalka
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Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma
Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma
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Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
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Tana
Tana
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PunchmeinJay
PunchmeinJay
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Teeko
Teeko
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Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
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Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
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Cezar Barretto
Cezar Barretto
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Sharif
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Let's go Yeah, mafia tied, we ain't blowin' up, bad bitches flyin' in I was doin' hundred percent, class in session, lil' baby, sign in Spaceship in sight, Benz' pullin' up, bitches want to dive in (yeah) They don't know what I'm sayin', different language, niggas ain't slimed in Ain't go on no date, but I told the bitch she can get ready She know that I'm heavy, not petty Roses and Benzes, the petals, you know how I'm steppin' I drive it like Mario Andretti They told me the road can get high, but you know I'm not carin' The type to go talk to the devil Bitch with them guys, especially go pick you a side And better not get caught in the middle They do what they ask, you know I got paper and plastic I told her she should pick her poison I ball like an athlete, even though I'm not an athlete We get this shit off in sport I let off the VIP, I walk 'round the club with myself These hoes know I'm very important I just hit the bitch, and now I'm DM'in' her sis She want to ride me a joint Lil' bro, you know that I'm rich Get a kick off of spendin' this shit, I ain't trippin' on tabs She say he a casual, them racks, they be flashin' Ain't hearin' no realer, them niggas tryin' to act My pearl in the closet, I'm drippin' all over the floor Like soon as you get out the bath My money get long, yeah, I ain't seen my stash in the longest It's been 'bout a year and a half They spinnin' and spinnin' and spin it right back I spin through the trenches with stick on my lap Them niggas can't spin, they get zipped in the back You want to hear my name? Well, mention the cash Mention a Rolls, make you sure you mention the gold Left playin', right wrist froze Stand on your toes, I'm catchin', I'm pitchin' 'em low My fav' play, pick it and roll I'm tippin' the hoes, I'm tippin' the quick with the pole You run up, this bitch gettin' scored We run up that shit on the low My nigga came home, he ran up some shit on parole Niggas who treat me can't be no cap Check my facts, 'Face, you don't rap Trappin' ain't dead, niggas still on that My oldhead just dropped two doors, yeah Sticks and bags, her hair dropped down to her ass This lil' bitch international I catch no Z's, they tell me that money don't sleep I ain't got no time for naps My favorite right now, wockesha my bitch right now I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' her tatted I think I'm Xzibit, changin' the panel of the Sprite It's purple, it look like a print Nigga, just listen, fuck around and change your life If you stuck to the game that I'm givin' (swear to God) Twin, you be trippin' How you pull up in a coupe black and brown, like I double these bitches? Lean rock said you pop out with like 30 in deals Nigga, I might go buy me a chicken Huncho a hatin' ass nigga My money so new, in the streets, might've caught your ass with it (facts)
Writer(s): Marcellus Register, Anand Bakshi, Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma, Laxmikant Kudalka, Vantrees Karon Malcom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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