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Pepsi grip some tight hips and that last hit from the crown left me

down for the count I was bound for the crown

 

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless all i need chorus

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I make myself sick now i'm feelin a little nauseous

walk inda club feelin so freshish devililish

hellish killings that i relish in shooten rollin

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

cus ownenin' up, cause they ain't popping

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

 

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking three weeks weve weve heard ummm........m nothing And yea we both totn rouroundsround around all them scattered shells whathell whatelse dwells benethe

the jacket it self

Wish i could shed all these tears

guessing my ass starting shit before the shit got started

she always bitching about her profit as am i

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

 

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

friends of us dust too dust

Say what you wanna but wannnna but

I feel they praisin too much

Say you don’t do what

Throwin you a bag How'much?so y'all can cope n' touch

Car with no limit what

Look at her butt

Uh ha, you know what

I thought it'd get better but

Say you don’t do what

I thought it'd get better but

What, what ... project shit what

Look at her butt

pepsi grip and some tight hips and that last hit from the crown left me

down for the count i was bound for the crown

(bound boundbound bound)

Walking on the ground

My niggas flanting a pound

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Come wit me you'll smoke leaving you inna shroud or misery

Fuck how they feel, i keeps it realer than a documentary

I’m coming for everything, i’m blowin all’ my green clearly

cuz that money gets me ya ahyehyeh