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Riding round town on horse back

All up in my bag I got big racks

I'ma take her you won't get your bitch back,

Money is a thing I got and you lack,

You in my city making money you get taxed,

How many bitches can I fit in that Porsche 911,

How many mills till I cure my depression, how many Shots from the 1911,

How many pills taking my friends up to heaven, Clearly not enough, I just smoked 5 it's time to roll Another blunt

I've been going hard from the motherfucking cuff From the get go, let go, I cannot let

Go, gotta be the best mama said so, hey, making Pesos, taking list souls, just for the

Fun of it, just for the fuck of it, I don't want the Money I'm in love with it bitch

I got glocks, tucked on both sides of this car that I'm Whipping in, look at me and you there's some Differences

I'ma run it I don't care what the distance is,

The significance is belligerent, ignorant shit, hit a Lick real quick, bitches always on my dick knocking

On my damn door, I ain't never let them in, I ain't Never let them in, nah bitches knocking

Knocking, I ain't never let em in, knock knock, knock Knock knocking, I ain't never letting me, ho,

Tryna to raise hell on this plane that I maintain, Smoking strange things

And I think I need a vacay, for about 8 days with Some grey shade, hmmm, might have to

Ask you to vacate, the premises, more menace than Denis is, with my penmanship, rhetoric

Excellent and I present, sense of wit, page 11 pencil, Here's no mentioning, when I got your chick doing Pretzel splits, how I'm bending it, represent the Etiquette, 96 til the death

Of this, still collecting Benjamins and I'm stepping Through the entrance with a weapon lit, fuck