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If out of town or whatever, we don't give A fuck. The deal is done. Now the cake been baked. They need to come On with the drama, whatever they gon' do. Other than that, fuck 'em. We ball. Shit still sick and still here. It's still life, still smoke, still drinkin', Still still taken care of. If some shit was in the way, whatever. We still figure it out. We just still here. Ayo, we steppin' on them Niggas, bitch, that's all we ever do. We ball, money, take trips, we get revenue. You better keep one in the head, that's what You better do. I got my young nigga with Me, bitch, you better shoot. I'ma take you on A trip, show you some things that I ain't Supposed to. I can see that you ain't never Shot a thing, so let me coach you. I got a bitch that strip and she gon' Hit the blade, that mean she ho too. Give your BOA or Chase, I'll make a play And it's gon' go through. Ayy, ship 'em out, We go OT with them boxes. P4, five munchies killer, you got options. Morgan Street to Corning Street, we be rockin'. We smoke dead niggas, bitch, what's the topic? Back and forth, have my bitches drivin' through the Mountains. Miami for a week and you can catch Me by the fountain. Forty-one, livin' with your Mama, nigga childish. Five-eighty Benz and I bought it with no mileage. Young nigga, bitch, I been thuggin', I been on That. That's your bitch, she all up on my Line with the this and that. My baby mama causin' all this drama, that bitch A fuckin' rat. Like you ain't by your son This, like you ain't by your son that. They say, "Boy, you my lil' rugrat." I done said some crazy shit, the life you Wanna live, I done been there and I done That. I see the hate, but where the love At? Where the love, where the love? And I'm sure as shit with this Glock on. Fizzy with me and he got switch too. I just met a bitch I can vent to. Whole lot of shit I done been through. I'm iced up like a igloo. Countin' dog shit like a Shih Tzu. Got two sons, got ten too. Got bail money and the rent due. I beat the yacht with that pussy on me. She ate the dick up, bon appétit. Fendi her waistline, like what you see? I'm the real master P., all this designer on Me. Ayo, we steppin' on them niggas, bitch, that's All we ever do. We ball, money, take trips, We get revenue. You better keep one in the head, that's what You better do. I got my young nigga with Me, bitch, you better shoot. I'ma take you on A trip, show you some things that I ain't Supposed to. I can see that you ain't never Shot a thing, so let me coach you. I got a bitch that strip and she gon' Hit the blade, that mean she ho too. Give me your BOA or Chase, I'll make a Play and it's gon' go through. Kill or be killed. Pick a side 'cause both Ain't playin' fair. She could've been my one, but I like two. Told 'em come in pairs. Freaky how I like it, some get violent. Later, I'll be there. Freaky how I like it, Some get violent. Later, I'll be there. Ayo, we steppin' on them niggas, bitch, that's all We ever do. We ball, money, take trips, We get revenue. You better keep one in the Head, that's what you better do. I got my young nigga with me, bitch, you Better shoot. I'ma take you on a trip, show You some things that I ain't supposed to. I can see that you ain't never shot a Thing, so let me coach you. I got a Bitch that strip and she gon' hit the blade, That mean she ho too. Give your BOA or Chase, I'll make a play and it's gon' go Through.
Big Sad 1900, Baby Stone Gorillas — We Just Still
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