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Hey CR You is peon, I'ma get money tonight, I am a don Droppin' a bomb, that bitch need someone to lean on Someone to say she the one This shit is fun, niggas just acting tough, know that yo' bitch a slut She on my nuts, uh, she want me to cuff, but I'm not made for love This shit is light, uh, ay You looking fine tonight Guess I got time tonight, might slide tonight That pussy is mine tonight Might pull up and fight tonight Might commit a crime tonight, it's wild tonight We bring out sticks (bitch), sticks (bitch) Might empty a clip tonight, ay Ridin' around with the mob, ducking the cops Run into the opps we sending shots Package you up putchu in a box Them niggas just talk a lot and bark a lot Them niggas don't walk the walk Parkin' in the parking lot, pull up to the spot (brrrr) Light up the block, uh Let's go, let's' go Yeah, thief in the night, woah Uh-huh, brodie piss out codeine he got demons he can't show Yeah, let's go Never been no hoe, no I can't go Out sad like no sucker, why these folks believe in hope, yeah Get 'em on site, fight, yeah Look into my eyes, do I look scared? Lil' brodie took flight, flight (huh) Had to get gone 'cause he did what he did Better pick yo' side, side (huh) Born and raised up in the wells, we stay prepared Lemme see that bite, bite (huh) 'Cause that bark don't bring me fear Can't trust no fed, no, huh Free up my brodie he doing his bid Get it how you live, huh, woah Nonchalant, no, I can't care, yeah, uh Voices in my head, yeah Heard that boy he talk a lot, don't tell what you done hear Baby on baby, I'm going insane Taking over the game Niggas stay out my lane, huh Bitch you can't hang where I stay I chill with niggas who'll kill you today You can run, you ain't getting away (away) This a game you ain't ready to play (no way) Need my fifties and hundreds today (right now) Riding round seeing stars in the Wraith (Wraith) I don't need you lil' shordy I'm straight (I'm straight) Get in line, lil' bitch you can wait (you can wait) Yeah, my daddy he called my the great (the great) Last time I seen that lil' boy, I was eight Who gon' put food on my plate? Wait Said "Free the guys" 'bout nine times I'll never fold in the limelight (limelight) Heart on froze like Klondike Broski told me take a chill pill so I started popping em Percs, uh Glizzy looking like a nine-to-five how these hollow tips fucking work, uh Bitches in my DMs saying that they love me, they just want a purse, uh Send my demons all up on 'em Now they running 'round tryna break a curse, uh
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