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Prophet
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Money Man
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I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip Got no thigh pads them hundreds They look like some hips Know some NBA players I'm servin' them zips When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics I feel like Yakuza I'm tatting my body Exotic smoke got the car that I'm in foggy I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky Yo trap ain't got work so you niggas is jealousy M's in the future I feel like a Prophet I keep me a rocket I ain't talkin' bout Johnny [Money Man] I'm something like Clyde I just need me a Bonny Five years ago used to trap out a Hyundai Went up to Starbucks and got me a Latte Used to get mid and my plug was an Ese Dropped out of college ain't writing no essay But I go mail out a pack the next day Save the environment I bought a Tesla You gotta charge this shit this car electric Pour out the pint I not even gon measure Look like my flock, I'm one hell of a shepherd She tryna go give me sexual services After we f*ck we gon' get some nourishment I give these young nigga words of encouragement I take them buds off them plant and I'm servin' em Niggas they jealous my success is hurtin' em I talk her clothes off and I get to workin her Pull up to trap and we hop out convertibles She give me face and that shit was phenomenal Five different colors Balenci's they tropical Me cross my homeboys but that is impossible Shape shift the lamb its gon transform At the dealership and I paid cash for it Old school I digi the dash-board Give you these bullets If you ask for 'em Lil mama with me she lookin' like Cuban Doll Feelin like Steve Urkel Louie V overall Thousand P's sat on the back of a pickup truck Catch a play then call my BM to pick me up I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip Got no thigh pads them hundreds They look like some hips Know some NBA players I'm servin' them zips When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics I feel like Yakuza I'm tatting my body Exotic smoke got the car that I'm in foggy I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky Yo trap ain't got work so you niggas is jealousy M's in the future I feel like a Prophet I keep me a rocket I ain't talkin' bout Johnny
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