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My coupe matte black inside seashell Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she say he hell Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell) Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell) Ice on me it's gone be cold a summer (he hell) She want me cause she know I get money 100 pounds of gas just landed on conley I ain't gotta touch it I get white collar money Plain Jane sky dweller on my left arm 6 tennis chains nigga I don't need no charm 65 pounds of gas in some zip locks Eyeball a bale nigga i dont need a clock All this hatin need to muthfuckin stop Niggas don't wanna see me at the mutherfukkn top So I keep on hustlin and I keep on stackin Nigga might just see me in traffic 100 round drum in that mutherfucker tragic I might pull up let that mutherfucker have it Whoa nigga I been rich Whoa yeah you been a bitch Whoa yeah pull up in this Skrrt skrt you heard that shit I was pullin up when I ain't even have L's Bale in the trunk nigga screaming fuck 12 Ordered up a 100 and they came in the mail You can get em wholesale or get em retail My coupe matte black inside seashell Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she she say he hell Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell) Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell) Ice on me it's gonna be cold a summer (he hell) She want me cause she know I get money 24 karate on the mutherfuckin ring I got 6 on like I came off a team I got a big rocket on me nigga call him Hakeem That muthfucker won't even fit in my jeans You know my pistols dirty it got bad hygiene For 1650 I got bags of Irene CPN apartment ain't in my name I busted a thousand scripts Do the number you lame Pull up in the benzo it ain't got no tints on it Lil bitch with me and she ain't in the friend zone Followed my block then I ran in the End Zone Sent em off Monday boy the pack should've been home 25 pounds of that Runtz and That Gushers Chains on my neck yeah they dancin like usher Everytime you see a nigga boy I'm ballin like Rucker I ran up a check pushing weight like a trucker All this money got these bitches on my bumpers Nigga I don hit more hoes then Brian Pumper My trap hittin hard like a vert with 3 12's Pull up in a VL with a V12 My coupe matte black inside seashell Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail Pull up pull up on yo bitch and she she say he hell Outfit cost me 3500 (he hell) Tennis shoes 2800 (he hell) Ice on me it's gone be cold a summer (he hell) She want me cause she know I get money (He Hell)
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