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Databoys radio
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big bag, bro
Yeah, yeah
I'm in Memphis, fresh from the mall, bro
Locked the streets, fire for a good tic
Cuz' cop mansion in Miami
Off a straight pimping
Million dollar jack, off straight tenthing
Bitch, we cop blocks, call it square business
I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't play tennis
Face card, cross bay bridges
Cross bay bridges, cross bay bridges
V8 all my engines
What they on ain't my business
Too much talk ain't no listen, Hutch hit through window tint
600 for my lenses
Dukes like why you still squintin
It's a lot of grams in this bitch
Brown, tan, put some gray in that mix
Bitch suckin' dick like I paid for that shit
Piece cost a brick, bitch I ain't slave for that shit
Powder everywhere I need a maid for this fit
Niggas real killers, I ain't pay for this hit
Put a two on it and I paid for that shit
I ain't pay for this hit
I ain't pay for this hit
Put a tooth on it and I pay for that shit
Niggas actin' tough like they made for this shit
Bitch its Bag Filla I get paid for this mix
Niggas actin' tough but they ain't made for this shit
Made man, bitch I ain't have to pay for that hit
50 pounds come in the load fuck, I'm a do with a ten
Lock streets, fire for a good ticket
Cuz cop mansion in Miami
Off a straight pimpin
Million dollar jack, off straight tenthing
Bitch, we cop blocks, call a square business
I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't play tennis
Face card, cross bay bridges
Cross bay bridges, cross bay bridges
V8 all my engines, what they on
Ain't my business, too much talk, ain't no listening
Hutch hit through window tint, six hundred for my lenses
Dukes like why you still squintin'
Face card, good across state lines
I can get the bag sent at any time