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Dawggy
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Real Boston Richey
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(Ayy, 40, I got my 40) Yeah You got that? Hey, load 'em up, that n***a finna come get like eight of them bitches (That sounds like Heem on the beat) These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy I can’t drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it That n***a say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin’ That n***a trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy Front my friends Pеrc’ 10s, ain’t never ball hogging That lil' bitch be pеrkin’, why you think that I be stallin'? 'Cause I don't fuck with you Girlfriend turned to my baby mama, so now I’m stuck with you Your n***a ain't even worth a fifty, I'm just being a buck with you Your pussy good, why the fuck you think I still put up with you? I be trappin' Bubba plates, I don't fuck with no dog food And I sold more bricks than your brother and your dog too I feel like Ross, this bitch here super thick, she twenty-two We slidin' twenty-two, we in room 222 But birds go for thirty-two I'm way too P, I give her way more pleasure then baby blue When I'm talkin' trappin', I'm talkin' servin' them bases too When I'm talkin' smackin', I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' active too These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it That n***a say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin' That n***a trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging I might just buy AMG Benz, come through, I'ma dog 'em "How much of my love do you want?" Bitch, I want all it Out here dodgin' all the bad cops just like Mike Lowry If I ever hit the county, n***a, I ain't doin' no talkin' I ain't do no talkin', n***a, I just sell white But my dog Dwight just said he finna teach me how to swipe Sendin' K2 to my dog behind the wall through a kite Let the stud drive the bricks 'cause n***as don't never rob dykes Alright, n***a Bring a fucking gun, don't bring no knife N***a, we don't bring no dope in through no flights I spin everything from chef up to the vice And I'll rob or trap before I go and hit a heist (Yeah) These Cubans on my next bust up, doggy I can't drive the work, but I can get 'em to U-Haul it That n***a say he got one-fifty, damn, he think that's ballin' That n***a trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet They shitted on me, now that shit gon' cost 'em I ever hit a lick or runnin' down, I'm takin' all it The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it's foggy Front my friends Perc' 10s, ain't never ball hogging
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