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I made a hundred today (hundred today) Look at my Rollie when I need a date There's flawless VVS's inside of the face I see the stars inside of the Wraith (the wraith) I went for the cup but I'm still in L.A (L.A) Pray to the Lord that I beat my case (case) I pour up a four and I go outer space Can't go back and forth, ain't no time to debate Real nigga shit and you cannot relate I ain't got no feelings, I don't feel the fakes I keep a Glock .40 on side of my waist My plug get that work and it slip out of state I pop me a perc and now I'm in a daze I ain't got no pressures and I'm tired of waitin' I bought a big house that's surround with a gate I moved out the hood, made sure momma straight I cannot stop, I gotta keep going I can't go off, I gotta stay on (stay on) These niggas fake, these niggas fraud (fraud) We at the top and you niggas boring Got with the slimes and I started tourin' (slimes) Jumped out the jet, went and copped me a foreign (foreign) Four Audemars, finna dip it in water (water) Go to Saks Fifth I might spend me a quarter We shit on these niggas and shit on these bitches My loc on Old Nat cut that dope in the kitchen I'ma rap on my track, I done make a decision It used to be Green but now we shop at Lennox The lean on my face just to help with my vision Handle my part and I play my position I use my brain and I pay attention I'ma sit back, chop up that work up like Benny Ride in the foreign and no it ain't rented This a freestyle, it's just the beginning We just be wilding and we ain't got no limit Money keep piling and I'ma swim in it I'm going hard like I'm in the ninth inning Come through in Forgee no shittin' and pissin' Bitch I'm a shark, I swim with the fishes I pray to the God, you know I'm committed I made a hundred today (hundred today) Look at my Rollie when I need a date There's flawless VVS's inside of the face (face) I see the stars inside of the Wraith (the wraith) I went for the cup but I'm still in L.A (L.A) Pray to the Lord that I beat my case (case) I pour up a four and I go outer space (pour) Can't go back and forth, ain't no time to debate Real nigga shit and you cannot relate I ain't got no feelings, I don't feel the fakes I keep a Glock .40 on side of my waist My plug get that work and it slip out of state I pop me a perc and now I'm in a daze I ain't got no pressures and I'm tired of waitin' I bought a big house that's surround with a gate I moved out the hood, made sure momma straight I'm still in the streets 'cause shit can get deep I gotta keep Meech, Chanel on my feet My jewelry ain't cheap, I know I'm a beast I go get that work, watch my niggas eat I need some more diamonds, my team need some rings Put ice in my teeth, man I l feel like a king Red bottoms on with my YSL jeans I need that drip when I walk on the scene Look up at a boss when you talking to me You know this shit cost, I can't walk through for free I pour up that mud and I roll up, get geeked I heard he ran off on you niggas, you sleep I made 45 and I break down a P I bought the whole house, they didn't give me a lease Run through the week make a hunnid at least Copped me a coupe, it ain't come with no key Bitch, I be high and I don't get no sleep They say I ride when I'm on a beat I love your vibe let's fuck in the suite She got her friend fucking on me The strong gon' survive and these niggas weak This a freestyle but this shit ain't free I got crocodile all over my seats They eat up the style, they get it from me I made a hundred today (hundred today) Look at my Rollie when I need a date (a date) There's flawless VVS's inside of the face (face) I see the stars inside of the Wraith (the wraith) I went for the cup but I'm still in L.A (L.A) Pray to the Lord that I beat my case (I pray) I pour up a four and I go outer space Can't go back and forth, ain't no time to debate Real nigga shit and you cannot relate I ain't got no feelings, I don't feel the fakes I keep a Glock .40 on side of my waist My plug get that work and it slip out of state I pop me a perc and now I'm in a daze I ain't got no pressures and I'm tired of waitin' I bought a big house that's surround with a gate I moved out the hood, made sure momma straight
Writer(s): Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Jugg Santana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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