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FUCK LA
- Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
- Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
- 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
- Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am L
- Gimme bucks, might show up in tux, got my millions up
- Nigga, what? Spanish ho in cut, she supreme deluxe
- Asian broads, cute Caucasian broads, guess I'm dipped in sauce
- Nimcompoop, gunplay peek a boo, guess who tagging you?
- Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit
- We we wet 'em all, cannonball, swipe my debit card, fly from here to Mars
- Nigga, what? Got my millions up, f f fuck you mean?
- We stacking green, stacking stacks of green, flip 'em, trampoli
- Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, fuck the jury too
- Bang the set, rep my 52, young hog down to shoot
- I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, bitch, get left with Pac
- My Biggie knock, he won't know who shot, fearing down the block
- On service work, lay back close the curt, pop my collar first
- And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze
- My heater heat, still I'm high off weed, bitch, that's high degrees
- I money make, AM out of state, call that wake and bake
- Bring cookie sheets, dough boys on the beat, well known in the streets
- I'm Crip for real, way before the deal, had them Oxy pills
- In act we sell, straight from Murderville, yeah, we served a lot
- Left days on blocks, got them tens in socks, nah nah, not talking shoes
- I'm talking rocks, had the dopest spots, look out for the cops
- My mini me, snatch the dope and flee, guess thats how it be when you OG
- He said he lived through me, but I'm stacking mills
- I'm speaking real, shock the world for real, pull up in that ill
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