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    T-raw rock my own kick game
    8 figure deal figure how i'm courtside at clip game
    Still pop ace king shit i'm with rozay
    Black maybach leather gloves on that oj
    Ok the day you beating me bitch no day
    Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
    Ak get a full clip not a soundwave
    You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
    Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas
    It's death before dishonor
    Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
    Extroardinary rhymer i bodied yo' shit for nothin'
    Wes, west up, hot temper
    Get wet up she give me head not neck up
    She clean the mess up
    One false move death from gesture
    Cash in the safe i don't feel no pressure

    I'm dope
    (all) all my shit dooe
    (all) all my shit dope
    Cuz it's 187 how i killing these hoes

    She fuck hermes and the hustle
    Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'
    8.7 on the crib so fuck it
    Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
    New chains, rollex links
    New chick just to drag my mink
    New car just to ride around here
    Aviator crew we flyest 'round here
    Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
    Bath salt boss, got insurance on the beard
    Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
    I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
    Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
    Million dollar chain but i'm rocking 8 of 'em
    I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
    Scottie pipen on the dribble i just laid 'em up
    Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
    We just winning all the women in my table ah
    Say my name say my name nigga say my name
    100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

    I'm dope
    (all) all my shit dooe
    (all) all my shit dope
    Cuz it's 187 how i killing these hoes

    Chief rocka, pill popper
    Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
    Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
    So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
    King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
    We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
    I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
    Bitch i'm the bomb call me the unabomber
    Money in my game i'm driving shit that's insane
    You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
    Pardon this good regime, i make your girl david blaine
    Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga t-raw

    I'm dope
    (all) all my shit dooe
    (all) all my shit dope
    Cuz it's 187 how i killing these hoes

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