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Anthonio Ray Williams
Anthonio Ray Williams
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Johnny Morales
Johnny Morales
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Demond Price
Demond Price
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Anthonio Ray Williams
Anthonio Ray Williams
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Temper
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The Doppelgangaz
The Doppelgangaz
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Lyrics

**** got me fucked up
Machine back, machine back
Know my resume yea speaks for itself
Look, I can count dope money wearing a blind fold (count up)
Whip a quarter brick up with my eyes closed (whip it)
My grandmother used to use the back porch to dry cloths (uh hun)
Road trips to visit my connect, my guy drove (Amigo)
My life is in living color fly hoes
Dancing at the end of all of my shows (ha ha ha)
White girls sniffing white like she got a wide nose (sniff)
The Shooters unalive foes (burr burr)
The money that I hide grows (talk to these ****)
It's fried red snapper the salmon baked & a steak (uh hun)
All from chopping tan base up on ceramic plates (whooo)
Wait, 500 grams of shake and its flake (cap)
Land O lakes, The 30-room mansion and a lake
The Porsche Panamera Gray (vroooom)
I treat a bad bitch like Ike Turner with Anna May (ha ha ha)
Who wanna spar a few rounds boy my stamina great (uh hun)
Once you get trapped behind these bars you can't escape (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Put it on a scale dog (aye)
Ship it like its mail dog (what?)
I've been trying to tell y'all (sup)
That I've been through hell dog (huh)
Put it on a scale dog (Put that on that scale bruh)
Ship it like its mail dog (send it off, send that off)
I've been trying to tell y'all (tried to told yall tho)
That I've been through hell dog (Let's go)
Uh Swimming with the sharks and the crocodiles (what?)
Felt like I did it for a Thousand miles (That's a long swim)
If you grew up in that project housing (yea)
Every day you tried to figure out how to get out of it
Broken screens without no AC (um)
A couple shooters on the corner thinking they KD (um)
When you broke you take a different route (aye)
You do somethings you want to forget about (aye)
You do somethings you thought would get you out (that's crazy)
You know a job won't make you rich right? (nah)
You know your best friend might snitch right? (yea)
You know your uncle with that itch, right? (what he be doing?)
That's why the spoons in your kitchen bent (um) and burnt (um)
He cooking dope up on your granny stove (what?)
He sniffing coke off in your living room (what?)
You see him every day when you come from school (what?)
I guess it just the breaks, (yea)
I guess it's just what they say we all make mistakes (yea)
Scales and razor blades (that's crazy)
Put it on a scale dog (aye)
Ship it like its mail dog (what?)
I've been trying to tell y'all (aye)
That I've been through hell dog (ha ha ha ha)
Put it on a scale dog (yea put that up, put that up)
Ship it like its mail dog (got to send that off man)
I've been trying to tell y'all (been trying to tell y'all tho)
That I've been through hell dog (Let's go)
Look, Brillo on the bullet holes (look)
The chevy came covered in'em
Trapping out the studio
My brother brought a gun it with'em (what)
Circle small like booty holes (uh uh uh)
Ain't never got no suckers with'em
So, whoever tripping (what what what)
I just hope they brought the luggage with'em,
They watching while I'm strolling down the boulevard, cinematic (uh)
Famous rapper blasting I'm a shooting star been a habit (uh)
Let her get this magic fly ghetto kid been Aladdin (yea)
Since I started rapping every song, I'm on been a classic (look look look)
Fame or not these bullets will pop I'll murder homie (I'll fucking murder homie)
Shake the spot make it really hot the burners on me (burners on me)
It's in the whip cause if stupid slip it's curtains homie (stupid)
Long trip where grass itch, it's serpents on me (look)
Throw me on a scale I'm dope how much it weight
Dog I've been through hell, but I'm pale I couldn't stay (look)
If they wanna trip it goes left if it's gunplay
So, they better cool down they Jets
or I'll flex on the runway
Put it on a scale dog (put it, put it there dog)
Ship it like its mail dog (you gotta send that off tho)
I've been trying to tell y'all (been tried to told y'all tho)
That I've been through hell dog (let's go)
Written by: Anthonio Ray Williams, Demond Price, Johnny Morales
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