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Ricky Kobe
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Izaya Tiji
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He slayed this one I don't say nun? in my barber I just sit there, oh You keep complaining 'bout money, but you ain't gone get that, oh You ride with killers and dealers, but you don?t fit there, oh Bro sent us right up to Lenox, I brought that blick there, oh Don't worry n***a we could put you with your dead ones You gone keep tweaking we gone have to put you head on I'm sipping dirty, dirty, dirty, ain't no Flint though I like Raf, but I don't really f**k with Rick though We in Florida, but we smoking Cali gas I don't really know this b*t*h as far as that go I guess I just see through a different gla** I just can't go out f**k with just any hoe He went broke, I was tryna' tell his stupid a** Your racks get bigger when you don?t spend it on yourself, bro Just stay down and get your lil? exclusive bag Pick up bro, let's go pull out a check from Wells, bro I guess designer sh*t don?t hit the same When you know you gone' be rich one day I was in school and ain't had anything Damn near had to wait till Sunday Tryna put my momma in Chanel and pinky rings I ain't there but I know I?m gone be there one day Remember when you said don't worry 'bout a thing You lost your soul and then you let your demons lead the way And now I'm sitting wit' the bosses and the kings And we want war, boy, if he really want some gunplay And I bet that choppa' eat him just like some wings And we can f**k but I don't know nothing 'bout love baby No I ain't love crazy Just hop up in the room and just come take these drugs baby Then you done baby Know that choppa' eat like food, when it shoot you better run baby Girl like Tom made it And that n***a acting lame so I had to tell him stop hating Jugg you in broad day I might get my hunters on you they a call away I might get my hunters on you they a call away Might get my hunters on you they a call away Woah, Woah, they a call away Woah, Woah, they a call away I don't say nun' in my barber I just sit there, oh You keep complaining 'bout money, but you ain't gone get that, oh You ride with killers and dealers, but you don't fit there, oh Bro sent us right up to Lenox, I brought that blick there, oh Don't worry n***a we could put you with your dead ones You gone keep tweaking we gone have to put you head on I'm sipping dirty, dirty, dirty, ain't no Flint though I like Raf, but I don't really f**k with Rick though
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