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205.Ghee
205.Ghee
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Christian Devon Houston
Christian Devon Houston
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(Ayo turn me up aj) A lotta gas smell like ignition The work in the kitchen She thick wit extensions This money a misson You dissin you missing I pull up and im politicking Like gunna gunna bitch im drippin You can get up but never play positions Money and diamonds she say that im swimming Bently my buckle A nigga keep dissing We aint wit that bitching My niggas a call away Cam with the stick and he hittin like hardaway Know that we ball today Keep with that snitching We choppin in broad day She toppin me all the way I catch em in traffic He aint wit that static Nas illmatic I got me a chain but i need a patek Im to busy bussin i need automatic Gas loud like tv static Okay lets go Hop up out the bed I just got some Head Just got a text Im like shit whats next Niggas on my phone But its the mob said they got a lick On some nigga bitch And it look coo so i sent a word now Im on the move Tryna groove Bumping dj screw Aj seen it to Dont even stop cruised up by a cop Doing 55 He hit his lights Know them bitches bright First i bust a right But this is the night seen another Cop damn its hella opps go for my Steel Then i hit the gas My whip moovin fast sirens blast Then they start to fade they must Know im gone kill they lights Then im outta sight any other night I get my phone Aj sent a text This the time to go im at the spot clutching on this glock Now we on the clock He kick the dough Get up on the floor damn these Niggas slow In the next room Niggas got a safe It aint even locked i take a bale and a Wad a cash now we gotta dash I Dipped up out Seen the fucking opps didn't Even trip went on my way because Im hella hot with this cash and rock Im at the the spot threw away the Rock now a nigga gone Im home alone And I text my chick Tell her come and kick Back on my shit And that shit was that Never heard a thing We made it clean Bout 3 days later heard about the ops know we took the rock But i aint scared no i never cared Guess im finna blast Im at my spot then i heard a knock Im hopeing its the opps I make a left go up in my room Guess im finna boom The first dude came up on the steps ima let it blast Talking fast shit then this nigga slipped and fell and bust his ass I walk up on em Let this 40 pop Damn it never stop I make a right seen a red light This nigga got a beam Let it blast put him on his ass He didn't even move
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