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Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian | All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland | Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers Chewing on the bars, and we call 'em barbarian I'm on my way to Mars, got the stars in the ceiling Down South Georgia, boy, we the New Chopper City We the New Chopper City, we the New Chopper City, yeah (Free B.G.) Word to my youngin', we gone dump on you Yeah, that dirty money, I can smell the gun powder That's dirty money, I can smell the gun powder He got his hoodie, with his hand in his right pocket And you gotta watch out or it's lights out Lights out, hotwire me a Eddie Bauer And I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets shower Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers Off 2 milligrams, I forgot about my ex-ho Staying with the gas, fill my blunts up with petrol Pop a couple double G's and down it with some XO Trippin' off them bars you forgot when you was dead broke Styrofoams and mula, yeah, styrofoams and mula Half a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking Percocets Down five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forget I been with the gang cause they love me how I am Shit ain't been the same, they talkin' bout me on the 'gram They say I turned my back on my baby mama, I'm on them tabs And my hood looking up to me, I love them niggas to death Even in the afterlife, when ain't a breathe of me left Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland Molly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoam Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium Bend it up, pose for a Freeband President I'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these Presidents Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd up Two seater, plush, few racks in the bump A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
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