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Probably tell, I gotta watch the way I move these niggas probably tell Yeah Know I keep my pole its gettin' hot as hell Bags for the low, we got exotic bales Yeah Say you want some more, I'm like, you might as well Yeah Told em I make music, they like, buss a rhyme Nah, I ain't listenin' to no music, hear no busta rhyme Gang them bussin' down them P's and they gon' serve the town Yeah That mean I serve you, Yeah Know it hurt my feelings when I hurt you, Yeah Say you fightin' demons I chew percs too He don't know his alphabet he eat PBJ J Lee about violence, he just wanna see more K's Bitch say she finna leave, let me go get my rake It wasn't pose to be this way I can't turn my back, make sure my brudda straight Old hunnids, they suffocatin' New money seen better days I'm clutchin' my glock, bustin' my fire, I won't hesitate Why he smell like kerosene? He just tryna stay warm I know niggas that'll give up they legs just to stay armed Can't lie, I be gettin' full of them meds just to stay calm Alabama about that crashin' they think my state farm No insurance, they gone still slide and hit a nigga block Was spendin' so much time at the bottom, know I'ma see the top Just servin', ain't even thought bout no time We just know we need a clock They lurkin', gotta watch who you servin', man, that might be the cops Pssh, pssh, pssh, that's that sound out that A.R I'ma slang this bitch and break my shoulder like a guitar Appreciate the ones who know they purpose and play they part Clown-ass nigga, join the circus, you wan' goof off He can drag like RuPaul, these charmin niggas too soft I be in the trenches I'm with Ken, he got the roof off Thats my dawg and I don't fuck with niggas cause they too flaw Kick big shit like football, can't put em' down, they too lost Put you down, no, we can't be pushed around Tote fully auto guns bih we got Russian rounds They know me and Freezy run the fuckin' town Come here, thotianna, let me bust you down He ain't spendin' money, get the fuck from roun' Probably tell, I gotta watch the way I move these niggas probably tell Yeah Know I keep my pole its gettin' hot as hell Bags for the low, we got exotic bales Yeah Say you want some more, I'm like, you might as well Yeah Told em I make music, they like, buss a rhyme Nah, I ain't listenin' to no music, hear no busta rhyme Gang them bussin' down them P's and they gon' serve the town Yeah
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