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I came up amongst a dying breed
They either dead or booked & they ain't gettin me
Saudi money 38 a p
RoosKi rollin the loud so is p
They playin ps3 & im writing this
5mins every v i got a lightning wrist
Feeling like hov when he dissed chris
Cause i birth ya niggas style now I'mma a kill ya bish
Feed her ass change til it start to make sense (cents)
Devils hell angels sinning worse thn the ones in heaven
Cause see what i learned the good go throughout hell
& the heaven is the strength to make it thought it ell all
Crucification lamanation over the dead christ jesus piece wear ice
Just wait til i get my bread right
Damn right if the head rigfht vali there err night
Saudi been smooth since days of fruit of the looms
Now its alexander willy wang for the loungewear
Ya bish lives I'm my lap I'm her lounge chair
Get the fuck up out my face you not from around here
30 shot won't miss shoot you down damn
Another body just a whole in my gucci belt
Yea I'm rocking balmain jeans straight from olivier rousting
Parisioan cults cut a hood nigga bouka money
Very cozy now my nigs call me snuggi money
This bish a bugaboo i know what she want from me
I might kidnap the bish on a tropical island
Get her pregnant on the beach saudi be wild in
Fuck around & give her twins it would not be a problem
7k a month id, whip the contract
You just lay on your stomach & keep that ass fat
Keep the pussy to the oils like a Nasdaq
What ever you want from me you can have that
I keep the yoppa in the goyard knapsack
JA Rule when i clapped he ain't clap back
North philly niggas wild like opoloka goons
Whole click fulla stars get money goons
I wanna run to the sun & chase cash on the moon
Getting outta space money coming soon
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