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[BIGBABYGUCCI]
...Fuck all the [?] and fuck everybody, yeah, all of them niggas that's talkin'
My niggas pull up with choppas, them choppas that go out like we from New Orleans
Fuck everyone that's before me
My niggas raisin' the score list
I'm fye, bang; scorchin'
I'm gone off that Perky, I'm snorin'
Huh? What? Bitch, what you say to a nigga?
I'm workin' every day, every night, shit, I'm gon' [?] like [?] figures (Yeah)
This shit done got me expired (Yeah)
I feel this shit in my soul (Yeah)
I told my nigga to pour me a line but fuck it, like pour me some more (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck all that shit, we go up
Sippin' on lean 'til I wake up
Shorty too lame, gotta break up
I do not fuck with the fakers
Servin' them chickens, got salmonella
That is not lean, boy, that's Alka-Seltzer
I was broke as fuck now I'm in [?] leather (What)
I was lost as fuck now I got it together (What)
Uh, uh, this is a wonderful time
Know I'm keepin' all this cash
Never be droppin' a dime, no
I spent a check on a fine ho
Them killers, they play with my mind, though
Show me her boobies, gotta sign those
Thinkin' my niggas [?]
[BIGBABYGUCCI]
...Fuck all the [?] and fuck everybody, yeah, all of them niggas that's talkin'
My niggas pull up with choppas, them choppas that go out like we from New Orleans
Fuck everyone that's before me
My niggas raisin' the score list
I'm fye, bang; scorchin'
I'm gone off that Perky, I'm snorin'
Huh? What? Bitch, what you say to a nigga?
I'm workin' every day, every night, shit, I'm gon' [?] like [?] figures (Yeah)
This shit done got me expired (Yeah)
I feel this shit in my soul (Yeah)
I told my nigga to pour me a line but fuck it, like pour me some more (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck all that shit, we go up
Sippin' on lean 'til I wake up
Shorty too lame, gotta break up
I do not fuck with the fakers
Servin' them chickens, got salmonella
That is not lean, boy, that's Alka-Seltzer
I was broke as fuck now I'm in [?] leather (What)
I was lost as fuck now I got it together (What)
Uh, uh, this is a wonderful time
Know I'm keepin' all this cash
Never be droppin' a dime, no
I spent a check on a fine ho
Them killers, they play with my mind, though
Show me her boobies, gotta sign those
Thinkin' my niggas [?]
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