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cheah ...
aye you know im cocaine crazy right ?
These niggas go
white dis , white dat
(quit fucking with me , white everything)
ayee lil bitch i fuck with tallm bout she wanna white cat .
You know dis my city right ?
(hoe is you crazy ?)
Pussy ass nigga

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long field goal extra poing a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top like the yankees when i come past
Home run that boy out of the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart

Streets Talkin gotti been doing good
niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood
you know how that go, niggas say you dong fuck wit em, truth b told wen i was hustlin i aint fukk wit em
same nigga still owe me on a package, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah...
When i got off the road I shoot back to my town
new whips new watch fuck with me its goin down
own family hatin, niggahs looking mad, guess it be little better if a nigga was doin bad,
but momma got a smile, brother still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child,
they say im gettin fat, I guess im eatin good
20 racks in the motor, got my name under the hood, YO GOTTI,
Sometimes i think back, I could went feds, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta think ahead

I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside
Touchdown, a nigga going long field goal extra poing a nigga going strong
210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top like the yankees when i come past
Home run that boy out of the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart


My city routin for me da club owners mad cause i wont come nd kick it
for under 25 bands nd u takkin it personal im juss tryna feed my mans
c u aint a real nigga so dats sumtin u wouldnt understand
if it wasnt fa my homebois nd it wasnt fa my fans i would of been clicked on u bitches nd doin a quarter off n da can but imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand imma kill u bitches softly err time i ride pass
what da fukk make u wanna b wit me like u street as me running round here talking down bitch u aint use to b me bitch u aint use to tolt heat wit me bitch u aint use to eat wit me bitch i was thuggin n ridgecrest yo fukk ass was somewhere down da street yo fuuk ass aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bangin n yo neighborhood but round me u aint even wanna throw up yo sets muthafuka do anything fa a check ok dats cool but dont fukk around nd project pat or juicy j get yo ass wacked
On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper nd mo bigger nd wen ever im n town bitch im rite here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn my lil niggas got mo paper my lil niggas dont even rap runnin round talk bout u got signed bitch u still livin at da trap!!!!!!


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