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    I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em
    They tell me go to hell, okay I know the owner
    Strip clubs getting' old, all the strippers hoe-in'
    All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin
    Thank you Jesus, my dogs is off the leashes
    Had to leave my spanish bitch cause she was startin' to get suspicious
    Tell the beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga
    You and all your dogs could get euthanize nigga, ahh
    Trigger happy nigga, I just can't stop smiling
    Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot
    You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number

    I love benjamin franklin more than his own mother
    Throw that pussy, throw that pussy
    And I don't want no throwback pussy
    Man fuck these pussy-ass niggas
    I lay back and ash swishers
    My new shoe is ass-kickers
    She drink cum like she had hiccups
    Rest in peace to my last victim, ahh
    We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement
    Five blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers
    Uh, aks with chiquitas, you shell-shocked like adidas

    Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah
    It's that pure colombia
    Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb
    It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun
    It's that dedication 5 and another one, I love it
    Yeah, free scooter
    I'm outchea
    Let's get it

    I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
    Just changed the face on my rollie, shout out lil kim
    Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage
    Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives
    Mack so paid we 'bout to start calling him macintosh
    I really beat that pussy up, them niggas shadow box
    These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits
    Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him
    It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top

    I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phoney as a prop
    Ain't nothing on me but this chop
    Turn you and your homies into slop
    Put your brains all over the window, people pass and window shop
    Like uhh, this that pure columbia
    It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia
    Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya
    She said she trying to see me, bitch that's stevie wonderful
    You better mind your business, hitman with a hit list

    Ymcmb, the world is ours, seconds, minutes
    I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man are you getting this?
    Burning blunts like bridges, turn up
    Missing, ahh
    We out here with that clean work
    These niggas selling remix, we got clean work
    Kill everybody, y'all gone need a limousine hearse
    You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt
    What up five?

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