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top, and roll with me It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G. Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets Man it's going down, making ghetto history [E.S

top, and roll with me It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G. Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets Man it's going down, making ghetto history [E.S

on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why

duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my shirt Gucci boots on, I trap in the dirt Get money everywhere I go G code, G code, that's

he's a mussler [Incomprehensible] I ain't tryin' to start up a fuss But real G's don't need luck She's like, oh, there's Stryderman Top East London writer

for Wound up lookin cry baby like T.O. Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O He wanna take a trip, To the money Let's G-O I got black women, white women

'cause even though yo ass fat, freakin' off ain't where it's at But I can show you how to get out there and get it You love yo daddy I know ya with it

Nickle and dime ass nigga to a top hat balla, big rigga like E-Fourtee Niggaz know me, smoke a lot, only smoke weed, blow trees Whole keys, see me in a E

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