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Damn, I just checked the clock, it's getting late
Time for Midnight Musik
Now I'm talking bout I got two young niggas (Thank you Cheri)
Young niggas that's basically having the same dream, coming from the same beginnings
And having the same things they fighting for
We got kids now man we don't got no time to be playing these games with these boys
Boy I'ma show you I want it more than you want it, and that's facts
We gone show yall right now on this album right here that we want it more than you bitch ass niggas
No cap
Bout to bring them pints, bring some fucking tears tonight
Taylor Made is slutty bitches kryptonite
Told my mama pray for me cause I ain't living right
I ask shawty when you coming to my crib tonight
Cause I got drugs here, I ain't got no love here
Bitch my smoke is baby blue, that shit got me stuck here
Bitch my scale is baby blue I use it when my plug here
Pop out my drip baby blue, fuck it flood the club here
Fuck it bring them slugs
Pick em up when you done
One by one by one by one
I got fried lungs I done earned my funds
How the fuck I got a daughter and these niggas my sons?
What the fuck? Put your money up if you gone pull up
What the fuck? Told her shut the fuck while I'm rolling up
Cyber truck, with them windows up, what come out straight slugs
I'm in love with this fifty buck, it shoot fifty bucks (buh!)
Fifty rack, keep in the bag
My hoes want ride with the set
My hoes want ride with a pack
I put her in Fendi she fashioned
I cop her a blick she not lacking
That my hoe I ride with a TEC
I put her in Prada she fancy
And my bitches want Prada the mag
I got a blunt for you bitch, hah
I got a hoe with a switch
I got a hoe she want blitz
I got a hoe wanna pop at your head
I got a hoe wanna put a lil' tag on your feet, that choppa gone make that boy dance
I got a hoe wanna put some Balenci on feet, my hoe wanna pop her some tec