Trapped in shoot it out
 Bone a whore
 Corner store
 Want it raw
 On the floor
 Tie 'em up  lie 'em down
 Fuck yall niggas crying now
 Killer Cam
 Side town
 Fuck yall niggas ridin' round
 Creep wit da toast
 Keep it close
 Never know when you'll see da gross
 From my yaht you'll see coast
 From my block you'll see toast
 Love da way I grab dat cash
 Now I laugh
 You love the way I smack dat ass
 Backflash
 You'll sniff foul powder
 Over clam chowder
 Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
 While we listenin' to wild salsa
 La la bomba
 Come through in the Hummer
 La la bomba
 Face down ass up
 That's the way we like to fuck
 After that pucker up
 Babygirl we like to suck
 Sucker what
 Never duck
 That's not what my hoods about
 Hood without a doubt
 So bitch put it in your mouth

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 Where da fuck you at
 Bust your gat
 Where da fuck you at
 Do yall niggas sell crack
 Where da fuck you at
 Got a fat stack
 Where da fuck you at
 Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
 Why? Bitch betta have my money
 Where da fuck you at

 Aiyo
 I spit spit flow flow
 Get get doe doe
 Switch switch yo yo
 Sick sick fo-four
 Swing swing click click
 Drug game big brick
 Swing swing big dick
 Pretty thing thick chick
 cock cock nice nice
 shot shot twice twice
 Now I gotta slice slice
 Rock rock ice ice
 Drick drink Old Gold
 Bitches wanna Volvo
 Woo shit was wo wo
 Now we got dat cocoa
 Tram tram palm palm
 Chicks call it swanton
 Of course we all suit
 And we all cute
 Yo Queet call Kose
 Bitch over here frotin'
 Yo I want they're jaw loose
 We got more troops
 Get you hauled off juice
 Stop frontin' yo
 You ain't sawed off proof
 Whips whips cost cost
 Six six floss floss
 Big big boss boss
 Get get lost lost

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 Aiyo I need da type of girl
 That's in love wit her cash
 Get knocked together
 Look at each other and laugh
 Get a key
 She like cut it in half
 Get a in beef
 She like da fuck is my bag
 Take cover and laugh
 Real prestiges
 Walk around wit da mack dies
 Smack Diez
 Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
 Bitch caught him in da Rover
 Scared 'em aired 'em
 Kiete la voka
 Goin' to da gun range
 Her hobby is rape
 Girls lookin' at her jewels
 Like they gotta be fake
 Plus a brand new jeep
 Leather brand new seats
 Wit da dishes real deep
 Nah, Cam too cheap
 Yall can't flow wit dat
 Bang it out throw it back
 Ain't no here we go wit dat
 Grabbin' on here lower back
 Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
 Uh uh uh
 Now take that bitch

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