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a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she
again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up And don't think a nigga sprung 'cos you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and you got the key So
I'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth Wild? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses
was likewise peddelin' pot and the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said "boy lemme tell you what" i guess you kinda figured i'm a reefer head
attorney for the criminals I'm making six figures every six months She said she had everything a bitch want And been lookin for a nigga for her whole
alter ego Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on
call me on a train to a place you can get, anything that you want, anything that you wish, is a place kept secret and no one ... you just gotta know somebody
killer flow cuckomani last king and on the daily, call a mother fucker by the government, but call me crazy! yeah i'm on that fucking juice, have a sip
flow ( Heavenly) You gon' crossover if he reach for the rock Just a figure of speach for the glock From the ville where the police know the heat blow alot Like a beach
the homie a homie or he a dyke Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman, that's how i'm a
, inject the collagen and make my lips bigger All of these so-called celebrities Sellin millions of records and claimin no responsibilities A young girl sees you on a
on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh Crime figure,
seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach
digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh
a minute we'll finish it with a little me Sex into sleepin' on bedsheets outta Italy Then send yo' ass back home without no energy Yo, after I take you on a
the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's
