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Uhh, Man fuck them bitches and them hoes | And them niggas pussies, camel toes | I got some money on me and the weed nice
Uhh, Man fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me and the weed nice My shit won't ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it's Carter 4, murders all she wrote Now it's fuck everybody like a Scorpio Still running shit, I'm on my cardio Boy I'm going in, like my water broke Suicide note, suicide doors I put in overtime, like a tied score Tinted windows bitch that mean mind yours And the weed loud, like a lions roar Stare into the eyes the eyes of foreva Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller No music on, rock it a capella And I don't need a watch, the time is now or never Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit A nigga coutin' money, you niggas counterfeit Real nigga, nigga, proud of what I am Young money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam Them hoes call me Tucci, mama call me Tune I left the bullshit, in the waiting room Straight to the money, no short cuts Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bitch I be so high, I get starstruck Millz in this bitch he said fuck them hoes And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable I'm bout to slam the beat, nigga, Dusty Rolls I'm from eagle street I go Hercules I get on the beat, murder 1st degree YMCMB, we don't give a fuck You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked This the best-worst feeling and nigga if I die I die a death worth living This that text book G shit I've been in that water but I've never been sea sick (Yeah) Knock me I knock ya face off, life's a crazy bitch, Grace Jones Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone C4, Mr. Carter's home!
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