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808
Fuck around, the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL

Redbone bitch, yeah, Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, up, roll a few O's up, let's go
by four, that tall shit, let's go
I in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, go
I'm Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes,
Put 'em on lean, yeah, whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we clear out the scene, yeah
I took an AK to a dinner date
I just put VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a
Hit 'em with chopper first, Ray J

I'm a well known nuisance and my bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean kickstand
AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well
I trust him, we gon' dust him, that's some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up like an
I'll teach you how to finesse for some big
I got so white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on head,
they comin' to get you, they your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her
M.O.H., money over
I got that H in of the lil' boat
Got dog food and for the low
I'm thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, head to the
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some
You know them FN go through doors
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I was too for the brodie
You a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no
I'm certified with my
They would catch 'bout woadie
Got a bigger for the dodie
I met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some shit, uh
Only my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer a pool stick, uh
face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck famous
as I got my...
go

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These bullets, be goin' through doors
Drop low, get on the floor
Young nigga, they 'head and wipe your nose
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