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(Ayy, yo, that's Nick) See, flexin' yo' lil' bankroll Ridin' 'round with a 44 Pourin' that lean slow Don't fuck up the tempo Choppas, don't make us blow Niggas can't really fuck with us though My life revolve around evil hoes Blowin' on the finest dro' Fuckin' on the finest hoes My nigga will really up the score If you know, then you know I was down on my low Still screamin', "Fuck a ho" See, flexin' yo' lil' bankroll Ridin' 'round with a 44 Pourin' that lean slow Don't fuck up the tempo We got them choppas, don't make us blow Niggas can't really fuck with us though And these niggas still stealin' swag They ain't in they bag My bitch super fuckin' bad These niggas make me laugh I love makin' niggas mad Don't sip that too fast, yeah And I'm still drivin' super fast I'm still fuckin' up a bag Don't make me make it blast The K came with a mag My nigga came without his mask He'll still do 'em bad, yeah See, flexin' yo' lil' bankroll Ridin' 'round with a 44 Pourin' that lean slow Don't fuck up the tempo We got them choppas, don't make us blow Niggas can't really fuck with us though See, flexin' yo' lil' bankroll Ridin' 'round with a 44 Pourin' that lean slow Don't fuck up the tempo We got them choppas, don't make us blow Niggas can't really fuck with us though See, flexin' yo' lil' bankroll Ridin' 'round with a 44 Pourin' that lean slow Don't fuck up the tempo We got them choppas, don't make us blow Niggas can't really fuck with us though
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