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This one for my bro | Out in the six, I keep it cold | Augxst took the mud and somehow turned that shit to gold
This one for my bro Out in the six, I keep it cold Augxst took the mud and somehow turned that shit to gold Stack until I die, that's the only thing I know Bad bitch on my line, always blowing up my phone We ain't running from the smoke And we come from where it's cold Want me to fall, I never fold In a fast car, drive it like it's stole In the hill I whip a G6 Loui on my shades, I can't see shit But I know they see this She say fame make me conceited I think that you right, I think I need it Loui bag or Ray-Bans I know you want something I know that you love it Wonder why you frontin' Don't you see the movement Don't you want to do this This one for my bro Out in the six, I keep it cold Augxst took the mud and somehow turned that shit to gold Stack until I die, that's the only thing I know Bad bitch on my line Always blowing up my phone (Always blowing up my phone) We ain't running from the smoke (We ain't running from the smoke) And we come from where it's cold (And we come from where it's cold) Want me to fall, I never fold (Want me to fall, I never fold) In a fast car, drive it like it's stole (Stole, stole, stole, stole) In the hill I whip a G6 Loui on my shades, I can't see shit But I know they see this She say fame make me conceited I think that you right, I think I need it Loui bag or Ray-Bans I know you want something I know that you love it Wonder why you frontin' Don't you see the movement Don't you want to do this
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