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Carter VIAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighterThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniperThe dope game lifer, her throat game nicerThe propane lighter, money old like BidenI walk around like King Tutgot it out the mud, I cleaned upI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitchI'm inked up, don't blink onceSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunchSay she 'bout that actionI'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut"Woah now, one shot, knock his door downSilencer on, no soundCatch him with his nose down and wipe itThis game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife itNothin' gettin' between me and and the teamNot even a hyphenYou got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseousEatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'And the semi go brrtLike I pressed fast-forward, motherfuckerRR, Carter VI, Carter VII been outchea turnin' chromes to bricksI been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, niggaI turned my sons to rich niggasI turned a one to six figuresMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggasFerrari license plate, 666, niggaTwo ways into the hood, one trainI be smokin' chronic like straight to the brainAyo, let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juiceQueen stallions, my gun for me and 'TaliansNow y'all niggas recognize medallionsCome to your hood, OT with Tim WestwoodUsed to be on Section 8, now my section is goodThugged out, nigga, we eat as much as we couldAnd we don't give a fuck, boy, you could play my shitI don't give a fuck, boy, you could save your shitY'all niggas like extra skin on my dickFerrari license plate read "666"Ferrari license plate read "666"Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighterThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniperI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicerPropane lighter, money old like BidenI walk around like King TutGot it out the mud, I cleaned upI'm blinged up, shirt off, bitchI'm inked up, don't blink onceSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunchSay she 'bout that actionI'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut"FuckRR, Carter VI, Carter VII been outchea turnin' chromes to bricksI been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, niggaI turned my sons to rich niggasI turned a one to six figuresMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggasFerrari license plate, 666, niggaFuckRR, Carter VI, Carter VII been outchea turnin' chromes to bricksI been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, niggaI turned my sons to rich niggasI turned a one to six figuresMy daughter turned away all them bitch niggasFerrari license plate, 666, niggaDance, dance, danceAyo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighterThe choke chain tighter, the close-range sniperI'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicerThe propane lighter, money old like BidenI walk around like King TutGot it out the mud, I cleaned upI'm blinged up, shirt off, I'm inked up, don't blink onceSip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunchSay she 'bout that actionI'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut"
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