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[Chorus] Yea, uh huh Fresh as hell on god Im so fly can't stop You make my heart stop I can't stop this pain You keep bringing it You keep bringing Im popping them pills Im off of the lean, im off of the drank Im pouring the juice in my gills She talking to me, she saying that she digging me Think that it's cap fuck the thrills And i got the choppa its all on my side The ar15 shoot, it kills You won't get money You flex off the side You ain't getting money for real [Verse] You get killed, it dont take no time You get stilled , you could lose your life Uhh sippin on lean sippin sprite Uhh, uh huh [?] i got shit to prove I hop in my mode, i get in my groove She said that she love me i think that it's cap I think that it's cap, but sometimes it's true Remember them days was up in the school Was rocking them shoes, i thought i was cool Niggas be lame, these niggas ain't gang, you niggas ain't fame your whole crew nameless [Chorus] Yea, uh huh Fresh as hell on god Im so fly can't stop You make my heart stop I can't stop this pain You keep bringing it You keep bringing Im popping them pills Im off of the lean, im off of the drank Im pouring the juice in my gills She talking to me, she saying that she digging me Think that it's cap fuck the thrills And i got the choppa its all on my side The ar15 shoot, it kills You won't get money You flex off the side You ain't getting money for real
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- SSGKobe