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...i be that ****** in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody ******' wit me, it's my chicago, when you see me in the club mean-mug your bottle, that's that remy to your face kid gully soprano, ain't nobody ******' with the ****** like i do, and i'm probably sippin' remy and that hypno too, and i'm kinda tired of hearin' what this ****** gon' do, 'cause' if she poppin' with her fam, they can get some too, i know you heard about them ******es from the gold and the gutta, ****** a sack chaser, mami got that dro' and that butta', papi hit me for the low, i'm out in philly wit' tutter, where the sticky be so fine, make you talk wit' a studda', like pusha, pusha please can i get one mo', it's four ******s in the breeze, standin' at my door, i'm like one, two, three, reachin' at my four, 'cause' if i sque-sque-squeeze, ****** that's how it go....that's all we got fo' that one... |
