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My cup went dry, pour myself another That's the mud in me You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me 200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me Blood money, ask me why I do it, it's the rush for me Young niggas, never been to college but still got first degrees Fucking on a bitch she a freak, think she Portuguese Beefing on the net, straight goof, never get to me See I got 3 phones, one for the hoes, one for the dough Third one for the shooters, if it's smoke, I let them know Shipping all these packs to LA, coast to coast Niggas still wanna get down to the States across the globe My cup went dry, pour myself another That's the mud in me You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me 200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me I still play with birds, you say the word, I let them dogs go My niggas known for robbing, selling dope, we love that gun smoke Your block known for goofies and some rats we know yall all broke Ain't no politicking, if we see him, let them guns blow East side, we some big dawgs, yall some felines Real nigga, if I get caught, ain't no T.I Free Shotz, bro on lock down, still on Facetime I'm buying new shit, used to sell dimes, by the street sign Me I got 3 hoes, a bottom bitch, a one to roll Third one in the trap, unwrap the keys and cut the dope Shooters trigger happy, get the load they down to go I just sold a hunnit, tell the plug I'm buying more My cup went dry, pour myself another That's the mud in me You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me 200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me
Writer(s): Kevin Tunis, Quintana Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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