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80 Proof

Lute

West1996

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Mic-a-di-microphone check motherfucker I don’t really trust her Booty with a smile, she got miles on the dash Shawty fast, it’s a stickup motherfucker- Where the cash? Let me see them hands, motherfuck the man Call the cops, niggas breakin laws Thirsty like body shots, yeah - So if it’s money over ho’s, Then what all you got? Prolly much of nothin’, Niggas out here cuppin I bet you that your best friend is same one she fuckin’ Bro’s over ho’s, nigga gotta count for something Naw they ain’t with it, Niggas out here quittin Can’t finish what they started, spend they whole life dippin Word bout these bitches man, I’m trying to sit on inches Ride through the city, Whole click with me Holla if you hear me No thanks to the radio Plottin’ down 85, Yeppin the 84’ Doin’ 75, swinging on 24’s Sippin on 45’s, Baby I’m good to go Stay strapped with a 45, in case they don’t really know Just let the beat drop, spittin heat roc’ Till the tape pop, Let your head nod Til the tape stop. Let the hate start I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up It’s still westside, nigga Since west best and cap guns Now I pack one for your actions Catch me in these streets But, nigga, I ain’t gotta trap shit Thank god I got captured by the beat What mother wanna see they youngest son in a casket? Money on my mind, but the dream is what I’m after I do this for that girl, 16 with two kids Baby-Daddy locked up so she dancin Just to pay rent, but it feels like a ransom On to the next one Never be the one if you ain’t tryin’ be the best one So I stretch one for the youth All they real know is that soldier got the juice School ain’t tryin to tell em, We got soldiers by the troops Overseas with no proof So of course a niggas shootin for a Coop with no roof Ride through the hood, black cap, gold tooth So of course a nigga sippin 80 proof I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up I rep that north, clack it back, put your sets up Chasing racks, I’ll be back before the days up
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