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808 MafiaFuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in itATL Jacob, ATL JacobRedbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeahHow do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeahSoon as I roll up, put my doors upGo'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's goFour by four, that tall shit, let's goI jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let's goI told 'em to get out and bag that, let's goI'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's goI'm high from yesterdayPut 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeahPut 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeahBy any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeahI just took an AK to a dinner dateI just put some VVs in a Richard faceAnd the presidential is a day-dateHit 'em with that chopper first, Ray JI'm a well known nuisance and my bitch badPop one Perc', then you lean like kickstandSkeleton AP, that's a wristbandAll these niggas shaky, might as well danceI don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's some TalibanBig foreign truck, it's lift up like an avalancheI'll teach you how to finesse for some big bandsI got so many white bitches, Ku Klux KlanI come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, noPut a lil' hit on your head, they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throatPut a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her noseM. O. H. , money over hoesI got that H in front of the lil' boatGot dog food and it's for the lowI'm with thoroughbred standin' at the storeIn expensive threads, head to the floorI know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoesYou know them FN bullets go through doorsI was too high for the brodieYou beat a body, get a RollieWe don't entertain no policeI'm certified with my dodieThey would catch hell 'bout woadieGot a bigger scale for the dodieI done met friends in DolceWe done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uhOnly time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uhGot that cutter and it's longer than a pool stick, uhStraight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweightI ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamberReady to take it off your shoulder, frustration and angerYeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck bein' famousLong as I got myLet's goThese bullets, they be goin' through doorsDrop low, get down on the floorYoung nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose
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