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Dope Gang! Yeah 2 times, 2 times! Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late The streets left me hangin' with some niggas I can eat with Ridin' through with Chicago with some bulls on some street shit Fuck a lot niggas' hoes 'cause I'm on some me shit Do a hit, don't go by for yo' mans, he know he hit Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift Dab on 'em, A.B in the trap I might jab on 'em AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on 'em 3 pills, they don't mean shit don't put no time in it I ain't talkin' college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it 5 for the glasses, pussy nigga I see 5 men Slide with me, crippin' with my homie free the guys nigga 2 shots from this Smith that's why they trippin' 2 shots from this henny I can feel it We come for niggas yeah we know the business Rob me pussy niggas what's the endin', like I stunt, gotta open trunk to see the engine I bust, get up close to me and see that .50 Like I must, get a 100 M's before I'm 50 Like Pine Crush, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay! Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay! Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay! 15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay! 2 pints, I was overseas gettin' it too high Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai Drive by, only when I land up in the Chi Feds on me, and these niggas prayin' I get 10 lives Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain't got 10 lives Catch 'em one last time tell a pussy nigga bye bye Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice Can't snitch, bitch I'm gang gang hoe I can't switch Great hits, I ain't talkin' music bitch I'm Ape shit Fake shit, only come around 'cause we stay lit Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon' tape shit Man down, bitch my city lit, we don't play 'round Beefin' with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun shout Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Charles Walter Dumazer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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