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    (gangsta grillz)
    Yeah spit'em man
    (gangsta grillz)

    I get that money
    That's my top committment
    Yall niggaz just talkin yall politicians
    But let me get slick
    Real quick like rick
    Without the patch on my eye
    Take a patch out the sky
    Cuz im fly
    I say that alot
    And ima keep on
    Thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep flowin
    Keep walkin, piece on
    You wont find me in my beach home
    Im out ya reach arm
    I got a speech for'em, um
    Fuck them and whoever know'em, one
    Im steppin in roberta's
    Wit a nasty ass virgo
    She feelin my gangsta
    I aint even have to game her
    But that came natural
    Sorta like magical
    I disappear when i dip in the bathroom
    But i'll be back soon fuckin wit them
    Raccoons, like jackie benson on his
    Honeymoon (what up fool)

    High spitta in tha builidin
    Young money in the arena
    Ya catch me wit two bad bitches between us
    (gangsta grillz)

    I cook good crack in a pot in a pot i pissed in
    Yall niggaz just talkin yall politicians
    Wit the wind against my back i defend
    In the attack
    By any man im in infact, ha ha
    And its like that
    My impact so hard if i die i probably
    Bounce right back
    I walk around wit a mouse trap
    Niggaz wit cheeze dont like rats
    And despite that
    I been around a few gold fish
    Im still a shark out the ocean
    I wear tha fuck out the 0 6, 4 sent flo
    Left arm so stiff
    Yall dont shit about this stuntin business
    Im about to teach that to all of my bitches
    Back to the business
    Give the muthafucka so much coke
    He probably have problems wit his kidneys

    (jesus christ)

    (gangsta grillz)

    It's hatas out there but im optimistic, yall niggaz just talkin ya politicians
    Im walkin what im talkin and im
    Plannin what im sayin and im steppin what im reppin im about what i shout boy
    The loudest mouth of the south boy
    Im from the dirty dirty
    You cant get me out my shop boy
    I got a money clip
    But like what for
    I told hoes that
    They cant hold that
    I stick it in her back pocket make her butt large
    And pull her simple jeans down she like
    Fuck drawls
    And im like fuck that but she thought i
    Was ignorant
    Approached her like a gentleman
    Her friends tryin to get wit them but
    I already been wit them
    They all act the same i fucked them all
    Man they like synonyms
    I like dividends, i might give her them
    She the niggaz im wit i might handle them

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