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Mansion
[Pressa:] Uh, ayy We kick her out of the
mansion Ayy, y'all, look Uh [Pressa (Houdini):] She keep on nagging a
nigga on dumb shit You gon' get yourself kicked out of the
mansion, you dumb bitch Small things, like look how much niggas you come with She, uh, she put on a
dress and blow trumpets We, uh, kick her out of the
mansion to junction We known to fuck up the
city, destruction My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit (She keep on making up stupid assumptions) [Pressa:] I
just bought a
Cuban but feel like I
got finessed Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I
got stretched My nigga looking at life, but can't imagine doing that His lawyer a
hundred thousand, try and come up here with half I
still pull up on anywhere with money on my head I I
be with them golden childs, gold all in they dreads And I
know some bitch niggas with problems they won't address You see, I
done lost my nigga, ain't no telling where he went I
was on the
corner eating rice and chicken bowls I
knew I
could trust that bitch with twenty bands that she would hold Screaming Wassi in every song, man, this shit will never get old, uh Pure cocaine, if it's not, it won't get sold [Pressa (Houdini):] She keep on nagging a
nigga on dumb shit You gon' get yourself kicked out of the
mansion, you dumb bitch Small things, like look how much niggas you come with She, uh, she put on a
dress and blow trumpets We, uh, kick her out of the
mansion to junction We known to fuck up the
city, destruction My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit (She keep on making up stupid assumptions) [Houdini:] I
just bought some work, and that ho' bad, I
ain't get kawalled Now her niggas dope impaired, they really thinking that its raw, uh I
was getting the
pack all day for my pops, uh I
was serving the
crack cocaine in my mom's house Buckets circle the
trap all night, merry-go-round Whatever you do in the
dark might come to the
light if they talk about it Bet you wanna come put up a
fight, you gotta be grown about it I
could stomp big racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money That nigga, he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming I
never even gave that bitch a
blah, I
told her, "Beat it, honey" Got so many options, can't even decide, too many labels want me Up in the
mansion and we living life, nigga, we made of money [Pressa:] She keep on nagging a
nigga on dumb shit You gon' get yourself kicked out of the
mansion, you dumb bitch Small things, like look how much niggas you come with She, uh, she put on a
dress and blow trumpets We, uh, kick her out of the
mansion to junction We known to fuck up the
city, destruction My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit [Houdini:] She keep on making up stupid assumptions (Ayy) [Pressa:] My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch
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