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Pete Drake
Pete Drake
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I'm goin' out a real nigga Bread winner business Shoutout to Baltimore My H come out of Maryland, see Bitch I'm from Maryland Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi Excuse me bae I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord I swear I'm out my body lord Look, please don't talk inside the car This depression get the best of me I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow Rest in peace to [?] Boy throwin' 4's in the south Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold's in the mouth Momma told me never hit a women but i bat hoes in the mouth Make the trap roll in a drought Get the pack goin' on the route Talkin' that money shit I'm too intelligent Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket When I'm in Cali you know I be thuggin' I've been shot without a bad leg Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin' On Caress Ave eatin' crab legs I'm goin' out a real nigga Bread Winner business Got a ramen roof on my new Altima no Maserati Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi Excuse me girl I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord I swear I'm out my body lord Look, please don't talk inside the car This depression get the best of me I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure Man I don't need no effort, make the coke measure, treat the hoe special, baggin' coke rebellious Take 'em to trial, no backin' down The Luca comes out the day I'ma smile All praise to Allah The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds Legal tender we tippin' on strippers that's my way of giving back, stay out my business Walk like a general goin' organic, investin' in diamonds they made out of minerals I'm with my niggas Starlito I kill for you My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews My grandmother told me that someones gonna love me the others gonna try to get rid of you They call me Jesus, I speak the truth Got a ramen roof on my new Altima no Maserati Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi Excuse me girl I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord I swear I'm out my body lord Look, please don't talk inside the car This depression get the best of me I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow
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