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Lo Maine
Lo Maine
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Ian goin back forth with ya homie I'm coming straight for ya throat Yeah If they seen where I was raised as a youngin I know they prolly wouldn't go there Gucci my swag and my niggas stunting Broke Niggas can't compare Run up a bag and get you some money Thats been the motto fa sho yea Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah Cash out on a Beamer Dark tint can't see us Choppa sing like Alisha My niggas calling gotta be there You cannot be friendly Cause these Niggas envy I keep that shit on me You goin like Ricky I know that you doubted me That is not realness Allergic to bullshit My Finger been itching But ima be straight Ima be great Believed in myself I don't care what they say Tap water drinking right from the sank Ain't goin back so I gotta maintain You gotta stick to motto I'm seeing digits everytime my eyes close B.r.c big racks colossal See it all even wit the blinds closed Ian goin back forth with ya homie I'm coming straight for ya throat Yeah If they seen where I was raised as a youngin I know they prolly wouldn't go there Gucci my swag and my niggas stunting Broke Niggas can't compare Run up a bag and get you some money Thats been the motto fa sho yea Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah Run it up run it up Don't think about snatching shit in the club My niggas we rolling left We ain't no dubs Young niggas ain't gave no fucks Money thru Sunday We counting them digits Beat from the back yeah these bitches Draco my Draco extended Nigga play around then we gotta end him Keep playing wit fire Then I gotta torch ya Killing these niggas I gave him abortion Take everything It's gone be a extortion You gotta Checc in With my people we corporate They cannot sleep on me Cause I'm not boring That ain't yo hoe that you think holding Fuck for a dollar I bet she gone holler You going out sad And you know that you know it So Lil bitty bit Get back In the studio I'm Smoking gas Folks get behind me do the dash And ya know I get it gone fast Pray to god to god I hope I don't crash All my Niggas gotta long last Stacked up real good on the cash Yola bang niggas gone blast Ian goin back forth with ya homie I'm coming straight for ya throat Yeah If they seen where I was raised as a youngin I know they prolly wouldn't go there Gucci my swag and my niggas stunting Broke Niggas can't compare Run up a bag and get you some money Thats been the motto fa sho yea Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money Run up a bag and get you some money That's been the motto fa sho yeah
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