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(mp3) 175bpm yo gotti type beat produced by 813 chriso.mp3

wen i wake up i get dat cake up i’m strictly bout dat business we ain’t sparing nan n-gga only
god can be a witnes pushin inda foreign u n-ggas steady riding rented with my back against da wall screaming f-k a codefendant

. never had a to pot to p-ss in so i’m beating da block i want currency off i top never played with dese n-gga snupe nose 44 i leave no case for a n-gga

i ain’t worried bout no n-gga beat dat p-ssy to sleep b
r.i.p i got sum n-ggas who would snipe from a tree
long distance or short range jason pull an asssint mind gone terrorizing b-tch we full off dat sh-t ain’t liquor in my kup b-tch i’m drankin a 5th more money more problem but i’m still getting rich f-k a ent i’m rocking with da fam all dat playin boy u noe we goin in

ima bang out bout dis loot
smoke a n-gga wit the weston
the way my n-ggas kick it ull think dey playin tecken
came up onda play i done found a way eat gotta watch your ever move cause most off dese n-ggas creep

yung n-gga stacking nachos better duck ya taccos i’m snapping on beat ain’t got time for all dat rappin 40pound on me if you play me go to clapping

i can’t change up on my gang
dem my day 1 n-ggas smoke a pound by da wood never f-cked w a swisher
all dese paper cuts dese money straight from da bank n-gga playing with dat sack in he get wet like a sank

money talk i’m gone walk so keep dat sh-t moving flexin on a n-gga name dats how we get into it
all this money u think i hit da lottery 2
foreigns tryna swallow me

hitt da dash on dem ppl i never been a hoe how u flexing with a dat rocket you noe yeen finna blow smokin dro my b-tch so red i call her as keshia cole ima pull in a lamb wen i get dem bands riite

goin hard on a p-ssy n-gga i had to drop my nuts don’t fall victim to diss gun fire have my brother buts ya guts we all in da streets im intuned with dis glizzy
my life is a movie smack ya b-tch onda booty

everybody on ya trail wen u on ya sh-t but who u gone call wen u fall on ya d-ck ain’t never had sh-t got a bag ran it up i can’t f-k with dese n-ggas cause dese n-gggas fake asf wen i wake up i get my cake up i be onda move i ain’t cuffing no b-tch cause me n cobi switch
aroo

by the two we gone f-k em in never ever love
20s 50s 100s u want smoke den run it
4th down no puntin i beat da block ever inch
u n-ggas d-ck riden stop hidden on da bench
i thank da lord dat he wake me da devil can not brake me

- rbmbabyfaxe

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