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Dj Butter Don T Try This At Home

this bitch with DJ Butter Who gives a fuck? We in this bitch with Wallstreet and we don't give a fuck about nothing "You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At

cruisin' (Eastside) Them '06 whips with the glittery jewels in (Masseratis) I don't go in the club til' we get all my goons in (Not at all) The bouncers don't

let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas

brew for you, fool, only when I'm drunk So what you sayin' punk, even with a shipment of equipment You still couldn't rock it cause you don't be comin

, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't

don't like you Matic don't like you, we don't like you "BIATCH" Proof don't like you, Matic don't like you We don't like you "BIATCH" [Dogmatic] Yo,

where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't

dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas