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Move 'em in move 'em out

Trapped in shoot it out

Bone a whore

Corner store

Want it raw

On the floor

Tie 'em up lie 'em down

Fuck yall niggas crying now

Killer Cam

Side town

Fuck yall niggas ridin' round

Creep wit da toast

Keep it close

Never know when you'll see da gross

From my yaht you'll see coast

From my block you'll see toast

Love da way I grab dat cash

Now I laugh

You love the way I smack dat ass

Backflash

You'll sniff foul powder

Over clam chowder

Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa

While we listenin' to wild salsa

La la bomba

Come through in the Hummer

La la bomba

Face down ass up

That's the way we like to fuck

After that pucker up

Babygirl we like to suck

Sucker what

Never duck

That's not what my hoods about

Hood without a doubt

So bitch put it in your mouth



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Where da fuck you at

Bust your gat

Where da fuck you at

Do yall niggas sell crack

Where da fuck you at

Got a fat stack

Where da fuck you at

Huh, ain't a damn thing funny

Why? Bitch betta have my money

Where da fuck you at



Aiyo

I spit spit flow flow

Get get doe doe

Switch switch yo yo

Sick sick fo-four

Swing swing click click

Drug game big brick

Swing swing big dick

Pretty thing thick chick

cock cock nice nice

shot shot twice twice

Now I gotta slice slice

Rock rock ice ice

Drick drink Old Gold

Bitches wanna Volvo

Woo shit was wo wo

Now we got dat cocoa

Tram tram palm palm

Chicks call it swanton

Of course we all suit

And we all cute

Yo Queet call Kose

Bitch over here frotin'

Yo I want they're jaw loose

We got more troops

Get you hauled off juice

Stop frontin' yo

You ain't sawed off proof

Whips whips cost cost

Six six floss floss

Big big boss boss

Get get lost lost



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Aiyo I need da type of girl

That's in love wit her cash

Get knocked together

Look at each other and laugh

Get a key

She like cut it in half

Get a in beef

She like da fuck is my bag

Take cover and laugh

Real prestiges

Walk around wit da mack dies

Smack Diez

Cause he said "Dame la chocha"

Bitch caught him in da Rover

Scared 'em aired 'em

Kiete la voka

Goin' to da gun range

Her hobby is rape

Girls lookin' at her jewels

Like they gotta be fake

Plus a brand new jeep

Leather brand new seats

Wit da dishes real deep

Nah, Cam too cheap

Yall can't flow wit dat

Bang it out throw it back

Ain't no here we go wit dat

Grabbin' on here lower back

Lookin' at me like she can take the shit

Uh uh uh

Now take that bitch



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