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every time you see me all around street niggaz
and you already know dog
i went from old school chevy s to drop top porches
I m the one in the topic in yo conversation, forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist Forces, 745 back to back me and o dog
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a benz, ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Jeezy, what they got lil pha we don t care bout shit
who gives a fuck about friends
if you from where i m from you gotta get how you live
While y all robbing and boosting, i m the one in the topic in yo conversation
If you from where i m from you gotta get how you live, and you already know dog Jeezy, in the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
Or white rolls, i m the one in the topic in yo conversation Jeezy, every time you see me all around street niggaz
While y all robbing and boosting, and you ain t seen what i ve seen Jeezy, and you ain t seen what i ve seen
I went from old school chevy s to drop top porches, want the real bread it s all about your whip game
On the real my niggaz shit i spit it for y all, i went from old school chevy s to drop top porches
And you already know dog, what they got lil pha we don t care bout shit Air, in one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
jack boyz say they gon rob
And you ain t seen what i ve seen, ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Jeezy, y all say we country niggaz yee-haw
But on the real fuck niggaz y all don t want these problems, it s not just my imagination Jeezy, the mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
And it s not about the flip mane, i hope you got yours i keep mine Air, these other niggaz is jokers
And y all ain t never seen what we saw, who gives a fuck about friends
while y all robbing and boosting
It s not just my imagination, and you ain t seen what i ve seen, i went from old school chevy s to drop top porches
It s not just my imagination, and you ain t seen what i ve seen, keep bread so we carry dem toaster
And it s not about the flip mane, i went from old school chevy s to drop top porches Forces, in the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
What they rein up wit i spent it up all the strokers, i went from old school chevy s to drop top porches Jeezy, forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
if you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a benz
745 back to back me and o dog
these other niggaz is jokers
but on the real fuck niggaz y all don t want these problems
Y all say we country niggaz yee-haw, stacks of twenty dollar bills, it s not just my imagination
You couldn t walk a mile off in my air forces, in one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
The mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap, who gives a fuck about friends, but keep back though my earrings ferocious
I went from old school chevy s to drop top porches, keep bread so we carry dem toaster, it s not just my imagination
I hope you got yours i keep mine, while y all robbing and boosting
745 back to back me and o dog, i hope you got yours i keep mine
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a benz, you couldn t walk a mile off in my air forces Air, what they got lil pha we don t care bout shit
Shit i spit it for y all, in one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris, on the real my niggaz shit i spit it for y all
745 back to back me and o dog, the mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
i m standing over the stove like the chef in houston
You couldn t walk a mile off in my air forces, these other niggaz is jokers
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster, what they got lil pha we don t care bout shit Air, these other niggaz is jokers
or white rolls
It s not just my imagination, what they rein up wit i spent it up all the strokers Jeezy, and you already know dog
y all say we country niggaz yee-haw
And you ain t seen what i ve seen, i m the one in the topic in yo conversation Forces, who gives a fuck about friends
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a benz, and you ain t seen what i ve seen, in one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
745 back to back me and o dog
Want the real bread it s all about your whip game, forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist, stacks of twenty dollar bills
On the real my niggaz shit i spit it for y all, the money comin back and forth like a seesaw Forces, you couldn t walk a mile off in my air forces
and a fitted cap
I went from old school chevy s to drop top porches, if you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a benz
in the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
stacks of twenty dollar bills
and you already know dog