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Rickie Carlus Wade Jr
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This shit for everybody nigga We not the same And I'm feeling it Feeling a making this fifty spit Feeling a being the villain, shit I'm not pretending boy I can ignorant Wishing you never got into this Boy do you know who you dealing with I go retarded y'all party just started, will I'm pulling up and I'm ending it Dub she a beast, that's my twin and shit, I pop a starter it boost ma adrenaline Rollin' be rolling while picturing caskets, they faking in captions the difference I roll with a ratchet are technique fantastic, they going and talking we drilling shit I spent some more money, but sum more is coming I'm counting and adding ma Dividends They know when it's started we ending it, making transactions boy I am a business man They watching ma movement ain't seeking approval, I'm coming and stomping on any Man We came up was looting, before all the shooting, was hitting they stash for the Benjamin's I am a man, if I lose it again, I'm hitting they stash for the bricks again I'm sending plays out, they bringing back food and shit We passing plates out all up in are hood and shit A 100 degrees still on my black hoodie shit I want it I take it pull up on my bully shit These niggas signing, up on they A Boogie shit Pull up we beaming, know you felt bullets hit Pull up and change em, really be cooking shit Pull up we banging, no we not booking shit (Yea) Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy Ahh, y'all ride by the store, we don't got no time to patrol, but soon as we catch one they Gone Y'all scared of these niggas be dick riding pictures, y'all might as well go give these lil Niggas some dome Yo fam never gave you a phone, it's ringing it's on, they love you they putting you on These bitches involving they self in the beef, so fuck it we aiming for lashes and whole Get it done by the ton, we trapped in the dungeon, hustling picking up crumbs We probably gone die with are gun, and die 'bout respect, so you see us just show us a Ton I step for CB and I step for three one Ain't choking we upping and finish thrtee-one's I'm stalking and hawking, he see me he run I aim it and shoot it rundown and he done Boy ain't no hoe in us, we find out a low, then we loading and showing up I see em I'm pushing up, like bro come here he got scared and he frozen up So watch you bringing up, you speaking on Jay then the scene gone get left with blood And I don't get tired hustling, my niggas still coming I know that they tired of us Man what they still talking for, I know what I do so I left it to God I trust Boy you cannot hang with us, you is not hard enough, you grew apart from us We was still scandalous, seeking the trouble gone start me and damage something I am not average, he speaking on money are commas keep adding up Fuck what you heard thru the grapevine I'm gaining patience it take time Feel like I been waiting a longtime Feel like I been gassing a long ride Big four's and we drop five Switch whips when it's slide time Zip bitch we on my time Big stick in a .forty-five Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy Why me, niggas they know not to try me nah Why me, ain't fucking with niggas they grimy, nah Why me, bitches they know not to try me, nah Why me, ain't fucking with bitches they grimy (Yea-yea)This shit for everybody Gotta feel me, this real shit so you gotta feel me
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