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off the lot remix
M-my niggas rocking that Prada-Prada You can get killed for a
dolla-dolla Give a
fuck what you said, I'm like Rada-Rada Yeah, and that nigga got popped like a
perc Get put on a
tee, now what size is yo shirt? I'ma get rich, yeah I
feel like 50 Brand new bitch, she keep wearing Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' I'ma get rich, P
Diddy Bad lil' hoe just give me that kitty If a
nigga get shot, then he looking like Ricky (Yeah) And my niggas gon' level up I
might ride in that Benz or the
Tonka truck Sipping purple, that icky, that double cup And my niggas, we made a
wave I
said fuck them niggas, they'll die if they play B-Bitch, I
put that on my grave I'm a
smart ass nigga, I
ain't failing my grades Whole lotta lean, yeah, whole lotta Wock I'm in LA where the
sun don't stop Bitch, I
might cop me a
drop Nigga run up, and he, uh, might get popped Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop And I
swear, niggas not as real as me, man Real shit, man Young nigga, blick em Silly rabbit, you can't trick me Three Glocks nigga so picky And I
told my niggas I
gotta go get 'em My niggas shoot like Dirk, talking Nowitzki You know my cup too pissy And look at your bitch, she miss me I
told her to hit it, can't give her no dick 'cause I'm busy I
ain't talking no Yeat, yeah that's twizzy Your bitch said she hot dog, nigga I'll give her the
glizzy Fuck a
bitch, talk about Biggie Lil' twizzy gon' spin on his block like a
motherfucking fidget Lil' nigga run, I
ain't talking for President Taliban, bitch we taking your residence And I
swear my lil' broad, she came from heaven man Runner gon' blick him, XD gon' hit him I
tote my rocket, the
clip, it's gon' dick him All my attire is Rick and some denim Look at my whip bitch, the
windows are tinted Don't go and comment and post your opinions She gon' get slayed, she swear that I'm sinning We don't cop matching fits but I
swear that we twinning Young nigga, blick em Silly rabbit, you can't trick me Three Glocks nigga so picky And I
told my niggas I
gotta go get 'em My niggas shoot like Dirk, talking Nowitzki She ain't had no bread, so I
paid for her titties Texako, my bitches strip in the
city And I
walk in the
club, I
don't got my blicky I
don't got my "We really up! On God" I
ain't talking no Yeat, yeah that's twizzy Your bitch said she hot dog, nigga I'll give her the
glizzy Fuck a
bitch, talking 'bout Biggie Lil' twizzy gon' spin on his block like a
motherfucking fidget Lil' nigga run, I
ain't talking for President Taliban, bitch we taking your residence And I
swear my lil' broad, she came from heaven man Runner gon' blick him, XD gon' hit him
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