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I crack me a seal, pour me a 8 I stay fresh as fuck, in this everyday Allergic to fuck niggas get out my way Pull up in something stupid like who won the race? Young nigga in the hood sellin' weight, when it come to my paper I don't got no patience Your conversation boring, I can't listen Only money keep my attention ... Had to break in down p's all night, work a bitch like my name Ike What's love got to do with it, I fuck her once then I'm through with it Throwback Sacramento king shit If you ain't see me, you ain't see shit Bought a root beer and poured lean in it Every family got a dope fiend in it Might pour a whole 16 in it I been fucking these niggas bitches ... That's just what we do in South Memphis Ay, nah we don't love em we share em We flipping them pounds, spent 100 thousand on my favorite fashion I smoke weed just to meditate Got yo bitch and your sister on a double date I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lambo Hopped out the Lambo then hopped in the Beam Hopped out the Beam then hopped in your bitch Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again All of my niggas, my niggas to the end All of em family I ain't got no friends I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips I did all this shit off of 16 zips Hop out the Lamb with the Glock .19 and a 30 round clip Pouring medicine in my drink til its filled I was born a street nigga yeah I'm guilty Spent 150 on golden diamonds You can see from across the street shining You can hear me round the corner coming Smoking out the pound, getting blunted Monday night I'm in Magic City, eating steak and shrimp and I'm throwing money I'm too anxious don't know how to wait Poppin' painkillers, countin' cake Got yo bitch at the spot cleaning up, smoking weed wearing lingerie Look at the rocks on my wrist Look at that ass on my bitch Yeah I keep a Glock on my hip Smell like a pound when I'm shopping at 5th Did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips When I found me a new plug, back to back to 16 trucks ... I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lamb Hopped out the Lamb then hopped in the Benz Hopped out the Benz then hopped in your bitch Drop that bitch off and went picked up her friend Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again All of my niggas, my niggas to the end All of em family I ain't got no friends I don't associate with fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips ...
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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