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Is that Trey? I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime (Saucy on the beat) The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five Big 45, clip rubbing on my thigh Hip-hop, drip-drop, tip-top, bitch bop Don't stop, pop lock, dick rock, rock, rock Keep it goin', got me goin' (ah, ah, ah, ah) Show start at ten, it's 11:05 I came in through the back to the front of the line Four-five on my waistline, six, seven, eight, nine Minutes 'til showtime, 'member that one time We slid through that one time? My lawyer on FaceTime He said I might face time, ten toes on the baseline Squabble up just to waste time I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five One, two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s Up at the five or nine before nine to five Pour a pint, eat the ice, four hundred a line Niggas act tough, paperwork say otherwise Niggas lie, bitches lie for a peace of mind Bitch-ass nigga told for a piece of pie I remember that one time I was running from one time Global Tel Link, to speak gotta press five Four, three, two, one, caught me a new one Two, three, four-five, Glocks and they're new ones New poles, new hoes, new toes, new clothes New goals, new foes, new roads I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five I remember that one time I was running from one time Two, three, four, five, Glocks, and 9s If I ever hit a nine, then I made her a dime The show start at ten, I just hopped on the five
Writer(s): Vontrey De Angelo Taylor, Johnathon Michael Porter, Verrsaucy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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