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Yeah, yeah, fresh out the shower, bout to feed my bitch the big deep, real raw, no tease
She always begs please, best believe it brings her to her knees, must be the fact I'm a OG
Never speak real slowly, and never forget what he told me, took some years to mold me, but
Eventually a player started making green, first on the scene, and the last to leave, even if it
Takes all night, always keep my threads and kicks bright white, keep it sliding down the street
A real dope slinger, beat the hood up on feet, and remove all the cheese, back and forth like a
Swing, meeting up scene after fame, no sleep, it's the game automatic like my pistol, beat the game
Up and take all the bread, hoe, run the streets all night and keep my heat up, tight, it's the
Game automatic like my pistol, beat the game up and take all the bread, hoe, run the streets all
Night and keep my heat up, tight, something learned, someone burned, keep the fake and the
Burn, just depends if I break you off or let you earn, take off with my shit and end up in the urn
Snitch like a bitch and I might get you burned, hustlers chase faking and them lames always fake
You leave your bitch, always nick your stupid ass, always hating, got full loafs on deck for a full
Boat, nothing's fixed, just took your rent and I ain't paying back shit, little bitch, it's the
Game automatic like my pistol, beat the game up and take all the bread, hoe, run the streets all night
And keep my heat up, tight, it's the game automatic like my pistol, beat the game up and take all the
Bread, hoe, run the streets all night and keep my heat up, tight, smashing is contagious, always making
Shit happen, I keep it breaking that's what happens, and I'll always keep it slapping, it's the game
Automatic like my pistol, beat the game up and take all the bread, hoe, run the streets all night and keep my heat up
Smashing is kontajes, always making shit happen, I keep it breaking that's what happens, and I'll always keep it slapping, it's the game
Automatic like my pistol, beat the game up and take all the bread, hoe, run the streets all night and keep my heat up, tight.