Hood Rich Frazier Trill & Pi'erre Bourne
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Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here
[Hook]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million , Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta
Gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
[Verse]
The streets so cold i fucked your bitch and made her leave
Brand new with no key and stretch that loadеd[?]
He a rap roadee know that nigga towed it[?]
I got it then I sold it at thе penthouse getting loaded
I'm money I can't fold
My trust you can not hold
It's a stash house you can't find out where I'm at
I got cash ropes think I'm pullin up with a mat[?]
Got a big mouth but we know how we look at[?]
[Chorus]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I'm might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million ,Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
[Verse]
I'm still hood rich I can't trap out where I sleep
Re up Twice a week that's another feed the streets[?]
Got the drop on him right now but imma let him be
My homie came up from Atlanta now he selling p's[?]
Can't worry bout these petty niggas imma get this cheese[?]
I got lemon squeeze cause my homie from the east
I got 223's fuck with me and you gon bleed
If you want me on your track
Just know it cost a fee
[Chorus]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million , Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
[Hook]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million , Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta
Gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
[Verse]
The streets so cold i fucked your bitch and made her leave
Brand new with no key and stretch that loadеd[?]
He a rap roadee know that nigga towed it[?]
I got it then I sold it at thе penthouse getting loaded
I'm money I can't fold
My trust you can not hold
It's a stash house you can't find out where I'm at
I got cash ropes think I'm pullin up with a mat[?]
Got a big mouth but we know how we look at[?]
[Chorus]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I'm might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million ,Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
[Verse]
I'm still hood rich I can't trap out where I sleep
Re up Twice a week that's another feed the streets[?]
Got the drop on him right now but imma let him be
My homie came up from Atlanta now he selling p's[?]
Can't worry bout these petty niggas imma get this cheese[?]
I got lemon squeeze cause my homie from the east
I got 223's fuck with me and you gon bleed
If you want me on your track
Just know it cost a fee
[Chorus]
I'm a bag selling two time felon
I might fuck your freak
I got bags million heard you telling
I can't trust a peep
I see a quarter million every time I go to sleep
My phone keep ringing my lil homie from the east
He just want to murder he ain't worried bout no peace
I just want a million , Lamborghini with no lease
So many died this year gotta thank God it wasn't me
I'm in LA smoking dope under them palm trees
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