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If I want it then I hit it, pass It my bro. DJ Vision. Three-fifty is it, five hun in my... You know the price. Yeah, yeah. Three-fifty is it, Five hun in my coat. It is what it is, we don't ever love A hoe. I only love my bitch, my kid, And my dough. If I want it then I Hit it, pass it to my bro. I want it then I hit it, pass it To my broski. He pile a lot of seals, Pour the pint by the oski. If I want her I can hit her, pass Her to my broski. We pourin' up these pints, Drop the seals by the oski, nigga. That's his bitch but not for long. Phoenix walk into the room and now she gone. Politickin' 'bout some pussy, what they on? Every doggon need a bone, mine was in his Bitch's home, nigga. Yeah she gettin' sneaky while He out workin'. Cuttin' up up in her guts But I'm not a surgeon. That bitch damn near thirty-five actin' like a Virgin. Pussy cleaner than detergent, I'm tryna murk It. He was trippin', made the news, now he Out of service. I called up Jeezy, "What's the Word? We gon' get to purgin'." Rich bitch, hella thick, yeah I got her squirtin'. I fucked her while she on her rag, it's A bloody murder. You hear that brrt, nigga pow, That's a man down. That chopper finna booka-booka, Make stand down. Baby A gon' leave a nigga soulless. She bend it over, spread it open, watch a Nigga poke it. Me and brothers rollin' buds, Yeah we gettin' toasty. Nigga, fuck a peace treat, We tryna split 'em open. With some bitches in The bathroom playin' with they noses. Nigga play, I'll drop a dub and watch my Nigga smoke him. He caught a shot, now that nigga chokin'. Fucked her off of Adderall, I ain't losin' focus. Three bitches on me now, nigga, hocus pocus. Now you see me, now you don't, left her At the Three-fifty is it, five hun in my Coat. It is what it is, we don't ever Love a hoe. I only love my bitch, my Kid, and my dough. If I want it then I hit it, pass it to my bro. I want it then I hit it, pass it To my broski. He pile a lot of seals, Pour the pint by the oski. Want her I can hit her, pass her to My broski. We pourin' up these pints, drop the Seals by the oski, nigga. I'm fuckin' on you Bitches, I'ma let you know the truth. Other niggas capped out when they get up in The booth. I swear it sound good, but it Sound better on mute. A nigga playin' fake with His blick, I'ma shoot. I'm back on that bullshit, Back on that juice. I'm back on that block Gettin' hit up in the coupe. Real niggas walkin', you better salute. Me and Phoenix back ballin', nigga, alley-oop. I'm talkin' 'bout pickin' rolls, givin' go, slappin' Hoes, and gettin' dough. You ain't tryna do the Same, then what the fuck you in it for? Cookin' with my nigga, he even knows it's been A menthol. Fuckin' up the kitchen 'cause the plushee Need turnt plot a plug, nigga, we is the Connection. We the side niggas have your main bitch Stressin'. Won't step outside if we don't got a Weapon. I see a real nigga when I look At my reflection. Three-fifty is it, five hun in My coat. It is what it is, we don't Ever love a hoe. I only love my bitch, My kid, and my dough. If I want it then I hit it, pass It to my bro. I want it then I Hit it, pass it to my broski. He pile a lot of seals, pour the pint By the oski. If I want her I can Hit her, pass her to my broski. We pourin' up these pints, drop the seals by The oski, nigga.