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Mike Plugg
Mike Plugg
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Alfred Hamilton III
Alfred Hamilton III
Songwriter
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Mike Plugg
Mike Plugg
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I was up bout 13 when I first started trapping I was up bout 13 when I first made it happen bitch I was up 14 when I lost my best friend Shid I charged it to the game And sent my mind on them M's yea I had turned like fifteen set my mind above the rim My heart connect wit these Locs But I got love for the Brim Don't play wit me nigga my family tree a very long stem Heard a nigga hating I was doing the dash Nigga ion even see em Got 12 in this bitch this shit turned up Nigga ion even hear em When I was 16 I had some shit tucked That will knock off any limb Turned 17 bought a qp Hit da block gotta make sum shake Bitch I was riding round in a crate yea Still catching these plays still keeping shit rolling Cause the shit like this be to make a nigga great I'm like the diesel when I'm on the block Boy they gotta put me in the hall of fame When we lil niggas we was banging the gang Turned 18 bitch I jumped right off the porch I was at that BP trapping riding in a sport 5 percent of course 5 percent the tint of course Pop out on they ass this shit ain't nun but the Dior Turned 18 bitch I jumped right off the porch I was at that BP trapping riding in a sport 5 percent of course 5 percent the tint of course Pop out on they ass this shit ain't nun but the Dior Don't play with me I keep some killers they stay wit me I got some shooters on RARA Them same niggas that was sending them shots we Make them go pray to they BaBa I deal with that shit when I pop out This 100 round drum make them bye bye Shid I guess it's something it's psy fye You ain't talking bout shit I don't know why try We was offing these bags this shit for the low We giving the jays the shake They say it's a drought in the A lil baby I get in that pot I go crazy baby I'm rapping I'm rapping I'm really in the streets Shid I know how to get it it don't phase me baby I was stuck in the trenches with no where to go I was shooting dice on the floor that what made a nigga My young nigga put the flame on a nigga Put the flame on a nigga big stain on a nigga Take ya big homie down took ya aim off a nigga Took him off at the store he was hating on a nigga Turned 18 bitch I jumped right off the porch I was at that BP trapping riding in a sport 5 percent of course 5 percent the tint of course Pop out on they ass this shit ain't nun but the Dior Turned 18 bitch I jumped right off the porch I was at that BP trapping riding in a sport 5 percent of course 5 percent the tint of course Pop out on they ass this shit ain't nun but the Dior
Writer(s): Alfred Hamilton Iii, Mike Plugg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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