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Cherry drop top Lotus
I bury these cockroaches
Leave your rasclat top open
I had to lift the Glock with pot holders
And put it where your pothole is
I been told him where the pot of gold is
No shit, it's not where the rainbow ends
Swizz Beatz, Ballys with the feather
Any bitch that meet me, that's a happy heffer
The heat be in the Acintegra, the jacket's leather
The MAC have you tweaking like Max Headroom
I ain't done finessing, this a test run
Hit you in the neck and then left the gun in the restaurant
Yves Saint Laurent tee, extra large
The vest kevlar, that's a hell of a bar
KY Jelly in the jar with your broad
I had to beg Allah for a fresh start
These niggas is a dub, boy
The Air Max 97's, the corduroys
Word to mother, you null and void
The pump made dumb noise
It had a brother running from the boys
Hot summers, I give you this work like you unemployed
I just copped another toy
Spoiled like a new little bundle of joy
You bums couldn't touch a coin
Uh, this shit ain't got no cut, boy
Trust, this is drugs, this is just boy
You niggas is a dub, boy
Trust, this is drugs, this is just boy
You niggas is a dub, boy
I play the prayer and go right
Vanna White on the Rambo knife
Bust the hammer, gave the handle a wipe
First, like to hell with animal rights
Gotta be careful, I dare you go gambling with your life like
Like it's a handful of dice
You better off trying to dance on some ice
In some Nikes, I'm winning by a landslide, dyke
Thirty on the waist be the pant size
Cocked the nine back like a hand jive
The brick of tan of mine came from Panama
Eighteen, the time piece, this a Panerai
Bitch, you just par for the course
Fuck what the car cost, put your money on the dark horse
I can get the order to you hard or soft
Your lady still gon' suck it if it's hard or soft
That's a fact, jack, it's under the Snapple cap
I had to be a pharaoh in the past
Snatched the old black calico out the stash
Win a battle, all you seen was the barrel and the flash
These niggas is a dub, boy
The Air Max 97's, the corduroys
Word to mother, you null and void
The pump made dumb noise
It had a brother running from the boys
Hot summers, I give you this work like you unemployed
I just copped another toy
Spoiled like a new little bundle of joy
You bums couldn't touch a coin