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(Verse 1) I got 25 pipes in my book bag 25 ounces of that OG gag I got a mouthful of y'all niggas OG bag And I'ma paper round 1 and y'all not fed I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons I made a half of mil made out of fan kits And I still get the dough to your daddy Coming on 'cause you know I fuck your mamy 26 is great 8 with the headbag Can't hear from your mama what a G bag Red 4's on already black bentley Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley On way nigga but I rhyme on the schemeless Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20 I at least made 20 mil on I 20 20 year old ,hit 20 fucking licks 30 years old Gucci 20 year old bitch Acting roze at 30 years old Suicide dogs, I don't wanna die bitch Got a call from my niggas said daddy what a bleach Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh And a nigga gon jump me, a nigga gon jump Songtexte(Verse 2) Just got a call and my dog got some steady Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley This the part of the game where shit gets tragic Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it All a couple AK's and a couple cars With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight Burn your man's house down the next morning catch a flight Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night Thanks to breaking down these bails I'ma need a good life Out in Vegas partying like it ain't shit happened Out here fucking with these bitches tryin to see what happenin I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion I had to leave ain't got time for no question asking Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxen (Verse 3) I'm the type of nigga will shoot you in public Rather to a nigga that I robbed in the public I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject Had that pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic Up in told all day riding through the public Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them I ain't get shit bad that is not out for discussion They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies If your nigga had a roast then the pussy nigga lucky I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket Ye I rob your home boy but I ain't motherfucking ducking If you see me in the club better keep on trucking 'Cause these niggas on the fuck shit and they ain't with the fuck around Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the pistol You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle I was bind on cook, man those fuckers was catching Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy Can't pull a move maybe nigga was finessing But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre Aus Songtexte Mania