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Young Money (w-w-well done) O-o-o-kay Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating Red seat racing now my car name satan Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me Okayyy Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating Red seat racing now my car name satan Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me I f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani I rep California but not like Katy Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me Now I’m big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby Put ya hands down f-ck opponents and opinions All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon Yeah im all business when im chillin we can kick it My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you n-ggas Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy Attendant say im tripping You don’t hear the captain speaking I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends Every show sold, promote it on twitter Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic Souvenir this motherf-cker high school yea they did it Best dressed ahhwww n-ggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me Dear Lord bring the Epiphany Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies Don’t be gettin caught where you shouldn’t be Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat You n-ggas can’t see me like mice feet Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby 100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby Gotta watch ya back these days Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day Gotta watch ya back these days Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face N-gga
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