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, nigga, you know who the fuck we is?, fuck boy, i'm a money hoe, i truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you ever see my money low, alfredo, i got fettuccini, they be rappin', talkin' all that money they never seen, frontin' like you got bank roll, nigga, you don't make dough, birthday over, one slice left of cake, though, they be on that funny shit, we be on that money shit, catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar, give you a 20 clip, rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes, back streets maskin' up watchin' for the flashlights, your girl wanna suck me off, she ain't have to ask twice, big strong brother and i'm out like it's my last night, cocaine cowboy, long island d-boy, blow is raw and that thing gleamin' like leroy, black and yellow smith & wesson that's my bumble bee toy, and they gon' reminisce over your ass, trouble t-roy, yeah! yeah! when i let that thing go, the whole club sleepin' on the floor like it's hangover, monday is juliette's, tuesday is green house, wednesday and butter, i'm a pull out all this green, and let it go!, what you know about it?, get green, whip clean, what you know about it?, put them, put them hands up if you know about it, don't never see a broke motherfucker 'round me, what you know about it?, get green, whip clean, what you know about it?, put them, put them, put them hands up if you know about it, you ain't never seen a broke motherfucker 'round me, mad machete, busta rhymes, you ain't ready, boy, fuckin' somethin' up when it's comin' to that fetti, boy, lil' lame niggas better get your parachute and jump, get up off my plane 'fore my niggas para-shoot-you-up, think i'm sayin' peace when i throw them fuckin' deuces up?, i'm only signalin' niggas to start hangin' them nooses up, somebody gonna die, break a branch just to beat you, go! chop the body parts and let the pigs eat you, holes through every part of your body we can see through, continue blowin' the cannon, i wouldn't wanna be you, i let it go like i'm sick and hear voices, spend money like a nigga copped a fleet of rolls royces, prepared to purchase everything while exploring the choices, then enjoy eatin' your food like i'm eatin' lobsters and oysters, time and time again i got 'em walkin' like a fiend walk, i'm done speakin' to niggas, i'm a let the homie doe talk, brought twenty thou out and i'm a blow it, your man pullin' fifteen hundred out just to show it, if shorty ain't drinkin' hard liquor we'll moet, then it's to the tele suite afterward so she can hoe it, she gon' swallow all of me, i'm a blow her brains out, my kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house, loud pack of kush and that goose got me spaced out, standin' on the sofa fadin', sweatin' all my waves out, in my new trews, slow bucks, long sleeve, lookin' like i need to be posin' under palm trees, and i'm quick to let my four squirt, unemployed gangster nigga, you don't want no work, we live by the hustler testament, we cop a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestling, throw it in the pot with the fish and we stretchin' it, go and hug the corner like we sexin' it, fuck boy, eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy, she ain't drop, don't be a hater, let her cook, boy, my chrome and black nina call her lady luck, and any time you see her goin' down she gon' give it up, like, let it go!, let it go.

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