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Niggas say they like my old shit

So I give them some old shit

What the fuck do I care, its old

Shit I’ll give them some old shit

No, I’ll give them some new shit

I’ll just use my old flow

Looky here muthafucker I’m not playing

Look, look

Looky here muthafucker I’m not playing

Look, look



[Verse 1:]

Wassup,

It’s ‘O11 why that Maybach an ’06

This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch

I put paper before hoes, thats why I’m so rich

I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit

Doc check my temperature, why I’m so cold?

The hood left the left side of my chest froze

I’m more about pimpin’ gettin’ bank rolls

Sitting watch em trickin’ on them stank hoes

We can share love like Kanye and Khalifa

From runways in Milan to big bags of reefer

She alright for a night but don’t keep her

Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest Ether



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[Verse 2:]

My belt buckle YSL, my denim vintage

My AP all iced out, my shit authentic

My bread come in by the boat load, thats how I get it

The cops come, say I aint do what you know I did it

I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’

I am just putting the clip in

I aint at the window looking bitch

I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon

I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fucking with me

Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with a iron fist

I am strapped, what y’all niggas gon do with this

Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift

One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift



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