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Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
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Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
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Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
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Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
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Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
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Sil Van Bebber
Sil Van Bebber
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Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
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Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
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Bacon and Popcorn
Bacon and Popcorn
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UK24
UK24
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Yeah, woo, yeah Uh, ayy Yeah, yeah Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in maze I'm not from this planet, I ain't human No heart, fuck cupid Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll In a spaceship, I'm a extraterrestrial Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (Red laser beam, in this bitch, I'ma let it go, baow) Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range The day them niggas die, come back around, we made a holiday (Gang, grrt, boaw, yeah) Whole lotta choppas on his ass I think I'm Sada Baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Proud of you, how you work with that switch You think that Prada made it (Grrah) Turn your favorite rapper to a pound That shit ain't complicated (No, dopey) I don't fuck with niggas Never ask me where nobody at (Goofy) Fitted cap better say V.Roy or that's somebody ass (Yeah) Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass ('Body grass) Nobody better not be with you, that's somebody's ass (Yeah, man what?) Gang, who? You ain't did shit, nigga, stop sayin' names, dude (Dude) Change who? Get back for that goofy Foenem changed too (Yeah, yeah, haha) I'd be mad as hell We gave the city all them chains too (Chains too) Everybody points Everybody gettin' flamed too (Boaw, boaw, boaw) Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range
Writer(s): Anton Martin Mendo, Michael Lamar White, Peter Jideonwo, Durk D Banks, Sil Van Bebber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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