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Allen Harold Baker Jr
Allen Harold Baker Jr
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(Lavaa Man Baby) A couple racks, in my pocket, when I chill And a burner, yeah I'm tryna, make a mill Hand to hand, the only time, they make a deal They close caskets, not cases, when they kill A couple racks, in my pocket, when I chill And a burner, yeah I'm tryna, make a mill Hand to hand, the only time, they make a deal They close caskets, not cases, when they kill I got them racks on me, yeah I run it up Got them stacks on me, yeah, I just might fuck it Get back homie, yeah, I don't know ya Everybody gonna see, If I show ya On a different level with this shit, I be goin' to the max No potato bag around me, but I'm jumpin' wit a sack Dark lenses on my face, when I'm rollin' up the pack Bunch of twenty's, bunch of fifty's, bunch of hundreds on my lap I make money in your town, I be roamin' cross the map Nah I never let'em down, yeah I always bring it back She get wetty to my sound, she be soakin' in her lap I might go on vacay, and take some baddies to relax Cause I gotta couple racks, in my pocket, when I chill And a burner, yeah I'm tryna, make a mill Hand to hand, the only time, they make a deal They close caskets, not cases, when they kill A couple racks, in my pocket, when I chill And a burner, yeah I'm tryna, make a mill Hand to hand, the only time, they make a deal They close caskets, not cases, when they kill (Yeah, when they kill) (Yeah, when they kill) (Yeah, when they kill) (Yeah, when they kill)
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