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Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck My eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly To my fellow soldiers, know they restin' up I thank the Lord everyday that I'm blessed as fuck Carbo fire here that'll wet you up You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan Dinner is ready, nigga come get some Ain't no one-on-ones, nigga one is one Don't make me lace up and play run and gun I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like I'm in this foreign, I roll the dice My hair not down, I run it up Only thing I can give is zero fucks Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck My eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks, to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV Pardon we, we finna crash a party Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece Take the gang, hit the road What we live by, is a code I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus There's certain shit I can't discuss My dog slow, it loves licks Go send your shots, it's number bricks I'm too authentic, you counterfit Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with Smoked a lot of it, a pound of it Two bitches, I sandwich it Did so many lines of tape, Fanta it See the finish line, i ran to it I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind And you can smack me, if I was lyin' my people with me, my people lyin, Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn' Hold that thought, let me think Pour a cup, let me drink Girl you got an apple, let me touch The police comin', let me tuck Eyes red, my cash blue 45 black, my tattoos Take 50 racks, to Barney's I love these bitches, hardly
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Chris Barnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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