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Marty Grimes
KDE on the boards, I see you boy
This shit is just so Ignorant
So fuckin' Ignorant
VIP bottles all on my table
My niggas with me, we sippin' up
I got bad chicks and they able, these fools ain't hot or cool as us
Its stallions all in my stable, I'm screaming out "fuck a label"
Cause it's dollars all in my pocket
And I'm living life like I'm famous, you know
I stay high, yeah I'm racking up on my air miles
She raise it up, I'mma tear it down
Got the party poppin', I'm here now
Got Kev with me, Phil with me
Beaucoup bottles, takin' shots of Henny
Joint lit, I got Rasta in me
These dudes fake, they deserve an Emmy
Clique full of RNs that go in, no penetration
Young fly nigga what I'm demonstratin'
Don't cuff your chick she need ventilation, breathe
No suffocation on my side, I'm on cloud nine in a high rise
And that European how I ride, deceased
See me coolin' with my crew and no one new
To the point where we do anything we wanna do
We be deep to every party when we rollin' through
In that old school, thought you knew
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Four 12's in the trunk gon' bang, bang, bang
Y'all already know my clique gon' bang, bang, bang
Y'all already know this beat gon' bang, bang, bang
Y'all already know that we gon' bang, bang, bang
We gon' bang, bang, bang
Find me riding through your streets
My beat loud, my windows down
Chunkin' deuces up to my peeps, I'm getting money and they wonder how
Big faces I'm touching now to yo chick city I'm flying out
Fly me out and I put it down then we blow a pound before the second round
See, I'm the boss of this town
Young king of the city like "where is my crown?"
No joking around, if you're talking about money then I hear you out
Bitch I'm balling, Spalding, Mike Jordan
In my nudies, belt Louis and that two piece Ralph Lauren
Some call me cocky, shit I ain't tripping, that might be true