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Shelton Bradley
Shelton Bradley
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You hear the rotors Beat the brakes off another opp Hunnid and eighty-seven still on undercover cops I break your neck and put your face in your lap Keep one in the head, no safety, no cap Never had a man bag Glock where my pants sag Even though it's no tint What the fuck you starin' at Indica to the brain I'm tryna take away the pain Even though it's two times I feel like I'm Insane You feel like you still got it You feel like you Eddie Cane You wanna make big profit Run yo' ass in the bank Hold up you said, who poppin' Ugh... No he ain't I got Chase and Wells Nigga, I'm holdin' bank Box a nigga up out the paint My niggas sound off trumpets They ain't saints Just do it, I just did No MLB I got dirty when a nigga slid, ugh Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Yeah I said I'll take a double burger with cheese nigga That means yo' ass gettin' jacked for yo' things nigga Shout out everybody that I hit a lick wit You know me I'm still after this shit Went to sleep broke And I woke up ballin' Dead big head niggas in my pocket I'll take 'em out and count 'em Every time a nigga shit in the toilet What you retarded? Got the carbon on my lap Be a target Yeah Shocking like that logo for Chargers Still pimpin' You hoes better get it in order Forgot where I parked it And then leaved it Crash cars off the lean Yeah, it's just no regard for some things Blaze blaze and she lookin' for a king I'm tryna figure out how she got in them jeans Huh And if she tryna be up on the team or If her ass tryna be a fling Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Yeah Papercuts come with counting this paper I don't chase her No sir, I'll holler her at her gator It's no mistake Yet we still hit shit with erasers I want it all I'll turn her upside and I shake her Yup Keep me away from all these Anita Bakers Niggas be singing real talk Straight up no chaser If I made yo' bitch Bring me my chips When she done with that trick How long will it take her Huh I can speak a million flavors Sound good don't it Yeah I score like a real Laker Yuh Banana peel in the newspaper That's it that's all That there's the deal breaker Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away Keep away
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