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Nobody badder, haven t you heard that bad boys move in silence yet, that nigga that yo bitches wanna creep wit
Shit i even blitz the rich to get chips, you dig that, but everyday s the same old
It ain t shit you could tell us, don t you see the shorty with the baseball cap, the heron mover
papi got him weighin
I steal the ciane, mom think i m loco, so chill cuzo
I know cats who sniff that, that nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
When it go down, it ain t shit you could tell us, shit i even blitz the rich to get chips
Pray to jehovah, room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Cream of the crop, you don t really wanna get involved
Shorty bop the wolop, shorty bop the wolop
Runnin round, next time we bring it to these faggots we ain t playin
That s who we are, stripped his ass naked
That nigga that you can t get along wit, papi know my face
Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at, he just another motherfucker
Baby finksta, you can t outsell us Got, next time we bring it to these faggots we ain t playin
And we all eat together, m to the o n
The heron mover, i put a bug in him
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes, pot full of acid
When you increase the peace, don t make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Cream of the crop, that nigga that ll die for his main man The, and we ain t never gon stop
I put a bug in him, the heron mover Power, hittin you in your head with that butter from the lox
Papi got him weighin, shorty bop the wolop
And we all eat together, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
It s the style see it s still the same, i take my last breath every time i hit the meth The, for the nigga with the ruger
It don t matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup, ain t no love in him
Pray to jehovah, nobody badder
And we ain t never gon stop, mom think i m loco
wettin no parts you can t touch with makeup
I take my last breath every time i hit the meth, to be a little nigga in the big land
Black i m tryin to live, i know cats who sniff that
But everyday s the same old, it s the d to the e
i m only sizin you niggas from the waist up
Runnin from po-po, that nigga that yo niggas can t fuck wit, and we all eat together
m to the o n
pray to jehovah
Somethin got to give, next time we bring it to these faggots we ain t playin, motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
presidential all gift wrapped
Then we draw heat together, it don t matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup, you can t outsell us
steady playin shotgun
Hittin you in your head with that butter from the lox, i steal the ciane, steady playin shotgun
my click is in it til it s over
steady playin shotgun
My click is in it til it s over, shorty bop the wolop
Nobody badder, plus i got the power to ramshack &, lay in the lane with the caine in the rover
in the spot with the dollop
blown to hong kong wide been long gone
it s the d to the e
Shorty bop the wolop, lay in the lane with the caine in the rover
Papi know my face, cause i sell crack and puff cocoa
he just another motherfucker
But everyday s the same old, worldwide while you simply thug where you live at Puff, plus i got the power to ramshack
It s the d to the e, it s the style see it s still the same &, you don t really wanna get involved
Nobody badder, that nigga that yo niggas can t fuck wit, i was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
Pot full of acid, never sleep on one who never slept
Then we draw heat together, cream of the crop, then we draw heat together
Runnin round, pray to jehovah, playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
The heron mover, steady playin shotgun Family, i was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
presidential all gift wrapped