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't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a

reloaded Hmm... And they ridin' high, bitch [Yung Joc - Chorus] Clap on, clap off Got a strap that'll knock the trap off Clap on, clap off Got a strap

Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand dollars

we dropped that Versatile Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while We in the hood coming up with killing style Everybody talk cause we home now Look at here boy

him, old war tactics, bring a cannon in. Rap is at a stand still, mannequin. Cool on the floor, born a persona. If that is the kicks, trust me I'm preferably

on the coupe boy That's how we roll On tour getting loot boy That's how we roll 22's in the roof boy Not over chrome movie shoots boy True boys Stay

Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz It is a ballroom blitz, it's it's a

in ya bitch, Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist, Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint, And when im done this track will need a couple bandages