I got the same guns as Angelina Jolie I´m at my show with that motherfucker on me
And I´ll blow your ass from here to OKC Yeah, ah-ah We at the show with them motherfuckers on tuck Where you gon´ go when them motherfuckers get up? Caught yourself tryin´ the gang, boy, you fucked up Caught his bitch ass red-handed, broke his hands He done ran up on the gang, broke his legs Pussy boy, we´ll be the monsters under your bed, yeah I´m from the streets just like Greg I´ll put one up in your head Y´all don´t wanna make me mad Bitch, I get paid like it´s Friday Car dealer driveway (Ah) She wanna drive my car Bitch, you better drive right Or I´ma have to drive away
Said my house smell good Lambo in the hood You wish you could and I wish you would (Yeah, oh-oh)
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Hit the block then I shake up (Gang) Shake up then take off (Gang, gang) Holla at your ass later And I ball like a created player Stick a nigga like a taser .38 with potato
Lamborghini color crayon Bitch, my shit paid for Z01 color mayo Jeep seats like a egg roll Private jet color my skin Pulled up with two hundred Bring the racks out when I´m wildin´ (Ooh-ah) Make a nigga need oxygen Gang-gang finna spin your ben What we finna do come cop ten I am from the streets, forever fuck what you think, I´m locked in Bitch
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