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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rah Digga] Y'all know the voice, y'all know the set Y'all know who's the bitch who's a [?] threat Posted up while I'm sipping on the dry martini Had to leave niggas [?], trippin off that Henny Lay low, mommy, [?] In my blood, I ain't gotta be beef [?] I'd rather hit the Range, and exersize my knuckles Getting [?] quicker than some [?] shuffle She's [?], she's that broad All the rest of y'all is whores I'm doing Jigga numbers, my team in London Using golf club bags, just to stash the guns in A pretty ass revolver, that'll teach you a lesson 38 that convert to a 357 A crib in the woods, with a couple [?] All my neighbors like Rah, I got you on [?] Flip [?] whips, keep [?] painted Y'all be all stressed out, with [?] [Verse 2: Spliff Star] Niggas mad, 'cause my name up in [?] lights Jewelry [?] with so much ice Pocket full of dead people, rute of all evil Niggas know better, I cock, spit that egle I'm blazing [?] known crack spot I pulls up on your block, in a two tone drop Got bitches all over, I'm a Casanova Chicks with credit, got dough like Ohpra Go to war like a soldier, think like a boss Got blow by the bricks, call me Boston George It's like Hammer time, niggas can't touch this Bet your girlfriend, she fiending to suck this Fuck this, niggas better show some manners Got monkey black guns, insert bananas Flipmode, we posted up Paper rock, nigga, I'll show you what's up I work Like my nigga Blue DeVinci Had more happy days than Ralph and Richie In Rio De Janeiro, with [?] With so much money, I can be here weekly G-4 flights, I live that life That black credit card, feel smooth with the swipe Yeah, we do this for real, we don't play with this Organized thugs, we OK with this Yeah, I'm [?] niggas [?] play that Broad daylight, [?] wave cap Spliff Star doing it, Flipmode pursuing it I give it to you [?] what you gon' do with it?
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Credits
- Writers
- Rah Digga
- Spliff Star