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(Couture) What do you say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick? Let's get 'em AMG is the new A-team Ain't no more fucking gang green Free shows, cheap clothes Field nigga for real, spiritual negro Hit the button, I can open your best bitch, yeah Eat cockroaches for breakfast Sirloin in '87, we order out, yeah Steak sauce on the Porterhouse Hit a swig, hundred thou' on the gig Runnin' round in the crib, mama proud of the kids, come on Never got straight A's but made M's Locked in the state pen, never made friends (Never) Six-seater, quarter million the bigger feature Fuck a battle, give a nigga the millimeter, yeah I give a nigga what he need Love thy neighbor, pray for my enemies They watch with binocular, say cheese I ain't tryna be popular, say please I average thirty a game in a breeze Three-piece suits up, no more state greens (Aw) Clear the scene, had to let off a few shots Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac SongtexteChristian Louboutin in the new drop, yeah Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac I forgot to bring the baby a juice box Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Three bitches at one time, two shots Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Dudes with the power come through and devour (Yeah) And all it was on was Grand Cru and sour (That's it) Jewels in the outfits up in the hundred thousands (Me) With money that they made from standin' in front of housin' Hand-in-hand or either off the phone Fingerprints off the chrome, then off your dome (Off) They just need to know that you ain't with me (Uh) In the era of the haze, how he move that piff, B? (How) When I'm comin' down 8th in that new 850 (Gang) All cocaine white don't smell me, sniff me Brokered the deal got a boss percentage (Boss) Used to sell bricks and live off the interest (Yes) Made a lot of money, but I lost some friendships (Uh huh) Discontinued, my cloth is vintage (Cloth), yeah Bags is larger (Yeah), fuck you thought, B? Extra wavy, real New Yorky, what? Clear the scene, had to let off a few shots Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Christian Louboutin in the new drop, yeah Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac I forgot to bring the baby a juice box Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Three bitches at one time, two shots Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac (Yeah) Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Ridin' on a nigga like 2Pac Aus Songtexte Mania