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I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' Light that lil' sh*t up F**k that lil' b*t*h up Light your whole wrist up Pull up and pick up She eat the d**k up No gag, no hiccup B*t*h swallow them babies I dare you to spit up Got a .30 and stick and my Glock Run up on me, you get popped My n***as they jailin', they thuggin' on locks F**k Batman, I'm robbin', you punchin' the clock I'm keepin' my heat, but I'm cold like the winter Making plays on the block like a n***a a sinner We killin' for real, you n***as pretenders I pray to the lord because I'm a sinner Brand new Drac', that's a brand new case If a n***a move wrong, get hit in this b*t*h Got a big .38, that's a first .48 If a n***a wanna play, then I'm ending his sh*t I'ma send a hit and I'ma get him touched B*t*h I'm big bold, got the biggest nuts I got two choppas, I'ma double up Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah Ayy, two phones on me, I'm trappin' Get him whacked then I don't know what happened If a n***a want beef, what's crackin'? Pull up let a f**k n***a have it Big Drac' knock a n***a out his panties These f**k n***as can't even stand me And if it's beef, I'ma handle it I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' Steady saggin' my pants, but I put on that belt now I braided my chemistry I went flooded my Rollie My diamonds baguettes now I'm gone to infinity I come straight from the gutter, who watch me grew up? They won't get rid of me I'ma stay with that burner, the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything Fifty shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley Quarter million McLaren, they can't say that's it's rent Take a shot, ain't no runnin' returnin' my sins She gon' come to my house just to see how I'm livin' She gon' f**k on a n***a, it's worth every penny She gon' try anything just to make sure I feel it She can say anything and I'm never gon' listen I'm not givin' no money whenever I'm finished I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' I got a .30, on that lil' phoney F**k with the gang, we go retarded You not a boss, you just a target F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin' Light that lil' sh*t up F**k that lil' b*t*h up Light your whole wrist up Pull up and pick up She eat the d**k up No gag, no hiccup B*t*h swallow them babies I dare you to spit up
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