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(Al Geno on the Track) Uh-uh (Top baby) Uh-uh Look Told my bitch wake up, get naked, I wanna see some shit that's sexy Flew my mama out from Texas For to co-sign her with this message And to shoot a video I let go that groupie hoe Fuckin' on her in my home I was doin' that shit too long And this coat gon' match my outfit It's all green it ain't no chrome This .45 could stop a motor Picture if it hit yo' dome I'm inside this bitch with lean She won't leave me alone With a .223, I don't need no aim I'm just gon' wave it around I'm so up and gettin' so fucked up I stand up and sit back down Everything it be unlimited She know that when she around I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should I should give a whole mil' to my hood I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin' I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy I'm gon' whoop this open charge, I can't let go of these rods Talkin' thirty million large Pussy bitch check my garage Split some shit, I'll call Ten Them hittas, they ain't never far ChoppaBoy and Skully in Utah, they'll tear up all ya car Lil Dump'll burn up all ya house Tryin' wettin' ya up while runnin' out Ya know YoungBoy, I take it far Still dealin' with this frozen heart I done came a long way, far distance, moved out from the North Still claimin' I'm that boy Not admittin' that I ain't never start And this coat gon' match my outfit It's all green it ain't no chrome This .45 could stop a motor Picture if it hit yo' dome I'm inside this bitch with lean She won't leave me alone With a .223, I don't need no aim I'm just gon' wave it around I'm so up and gettin' so fucked up I stand up and sit back down Everything it be unlimited She know that when she around I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should I should give a whole mil' to my hood I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin' I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy

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