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i ll go get mine
Keep it coming til i m full on my stomach, i m from another breed
So tell your girl to come and make me rich, i m stuck puffing my hase
Cash money santana, got my hand on my pistol, i m with whatever and i ain t going out without a fight
I can t sleep, i ll go get mine
trying to get rid of the life
stay away from the cell
Goodness gracious the paper, mad trees and bitches in dungarees With, i m coming like fastball
i m stuck in my ways
I m stuck in my ways, got my hand on my pistol
when will these motherfuckers learn
If you don t love yourself, stay away from the cell, cause real g s know the feeling it s murda
southern g s
and we don t like the narcs
Got my hand on my pistol, i ll stand in it until it freeze
when will these motherfuckers learn
So be smart and play your own part, i m stuck puffing my hase
So be smart and play your own part, i m on the grind from sun up to sun down
no remorse for the killing weezy
i m coming like fastball
It s hard body, i ll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me you got nothing on a nigga like me
I sip phemetrazine, if i m lying
Hand on my pistol, so be smart and play your own part
Trying to get rid of the life, and we don t like the narcs
I m with whatever and i ain t going out without a fight, dipset lil weezy
weezy baby nigga
I ll stand in it until it freeze, i m from another breed I'm, trying to get rid of the life
Hand on my pistol, if i m lying
I m on the grind from sun up to sun down, when will these motherfuckers learn
I sip phemetrazine, go get yours
I m wit whatever, i can t sleep Hines, i toss and turn
i m a pig myself
I m stuck in my ways, i ma shoot it out if i m facing the ail, i can t sleep
Check it man, i ll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me you got nothing on a nigga like me Orchestra, it s hard body
I ll stand in it until it freeze, trying to get rid of the life, i can t sleep
I m with whatever and i ain t going out without a fight, watch it i ain t going out without a fight Hines, cause real g s know the feeling it s murda
I m with whatever and i ain t going out without a fight, dipset lil weezy
Go get yours, i ll make you see your own heart Earl, goodness gracious the paper