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Ramirez

The Finer Things

 

The Finer Things


Do not [?] deep pockets, lil' bitch

They be like, "Who that? Who that?" It's the motherfucker with the strap
Lay 'em down one by one these suckers don't pay the tax (Brra)
I can never fuck with a broke bitch unless that thing is scratched
Hopping out the '64, blowing knees and the [?]
There ain't no politicking so don't you come my way
Ain't no dealing with bitches who can't even hold they own weight
I'm like a lion in the jungle, better yet a gorilla
My mind is stressing from all the bullshit that I done witnessed
I never step foot out the crib without my nine-millimeter
A dosage of paranoia 'cause partner, these streets will eat ya
I done seen too many players fall victim up to the game
Some forget that this is chess and not checkers so plot your way

I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Taking my mama out the hood, whipping wooden grains
But now I'm whipping on a new [?] every single day
Pouring the Ace of Spades, swimming in champagne, couple pinky rings
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Taking my mama out the hood, whipping wooden grains
But now I'm whipping on a new [?] every single day
Pouring the Ace of Spades, swimming in champagne, couple pinky rings

I'm on the move, sucker niggas thinking we cool
I'm getting money from Killa Cali to Baton Rogue
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
I'm in the sixth straight, contemplating a payday
Puffing the candy green, put a bitch on like I'm Ray J
You see this pimping but deep inside of my veins
Cold-blooded young bitch breaker, keep a distance from these lames, uh

I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Taking my mama out the hood, whipping wooden grains
But now I'm whipping on a new [?] every single day
Pouring the Ace of Spades, swimming in champagne, couple pinky rings
I used to dream 'bout the finer things
Taking my mama out the hood, whipping wooden grains
But now I'm whipping on a new [?] every single day
Pouring the Ace of Spades, swimming in champagne, couple pinky rings

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