Whats good? Its Landlord Jack. Ay check this out. Rents Due.

Where them Florida boys at with the 71-76 Caprice and Impalas? You know what it is man.

Ay West Coast with them Low Lows I see you over there.

Ay Texas, shout out Texas with them swangas and candy paint.

Where them foreign boys at? We pullin' up man.

Ay Nino Breeze, Sam Hues Run that.

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Ice White, candy paint, Meltin' in the hot sun

Cadillac bagged, sittin' lower than a Dachshund

Got somethin' bad, twistin' up, rollin' shotgun

Stash in her bag, bigger than Ron Swanson's

I'm a top gun, no tInt in the cockpit

Wingin' it with a hot one, when the cop come

Lock the Glock in the box, spray some Baccarat in the Brougham

Leather so soft, so are her lips

Chevy sit wide, so do her hips

Match my fly, that's my chick

Dressed to the nines, iron match my wrist

Got a trunk knockin' like the boys at the crib

Got a trunk knockin' like a dryer full of kicks

Got the Geiger's on feelin' flyin' than a bitch

Starched two piece with some three-piece rims

Can't act shy when the chrome deep dish

Can't even lie, dog, when Florida to the bone

Blue Bell inside, vanilla bean whip

Icecream paint job drippin' on the floor

Still tippin' fo fos wrapped in gold Vogues

100 spokes on them low lows

Low pros rolling slow mo

more horses than polo

Windows rolled low and my Ac blow cold

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Hold up let me tell you how the story go

First **** in the city sliding forgios

Black tint, white paint call it Oreo

Big wheels sitting taller than a 4 year old

Jack move Spitting like Hov e O

But I'm A1, authentic, bitch, I'm reppin' till my day come

Federally come around, don't say nothin'

Dial a 911, I got your bae frontin'

Bitch, I ain't worth a dollar, but she make money

**** told him about a title that gon' take from me

How the fuck when you been reing-up on with eight Hundred?

Quarter-pound as ****, you a cheeseburger

Street holla' free me like I'm C-Murder

****, write a diss track, better reword it

I'll have them goons at your door recorder

All three of my phones gone retarded

Cali pack, we call that bitch E-40

Wanna plug, might as well fuck with me, shawty

I show you how to go and get a fee shawty

I show you how to go and get mack in

Go to the club and throw a couple stacks then

I've been doing my thang' since a young ****

Had money bags coming in even back then

hey hey hey

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Everything that Glitters Chrome Cadillacs sittin' low

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Chevys up on 24s

Forgiatos, 100 spokes

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