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Motherfuckers drunk and tired. Baby, give me some cash. Shit. Yeah. I fit the same description of a young nigga That's gettin' it. Come point me out my section 'cause my fit be too terrific. I'm not your average nigga, I don't need no Average of the half. I seen three hundred K, I counted that. Nah, I'm good at math. Yeah, you can revoke with buddy pass. I never seen or heard of these niggas, they Wasn't skippin' class. Remember young Pace with the Snapback and his cousin pants. Doubled up, if you ain't talkin' money, honey, shut It up. I ain't seen you in a minute, Nigga, where you been? Catchin' flights and those Statistics I ain't better than. Threw some hundreds in my Sprite and they just Kickin' in. Fifty K in my right pocket, Fuck fittin' in. I remember you, Pace, so you wasn't that lit. You totin' dog shit, so you probably shippin' out Cat piss. I heard he used to flock, I Wonder where they get the rumors from. Watered than a fuck, I wonder where she got Her coochie from. I don't give a fuck who These niggas is or where they from. I don't give a fuck what they think they Did or what they done. Without PVP, F for them niggas bums. They wasn't talkin' 'bout no bond, my nigga on The run. We peelin' off the front end, but Pace'll need the back end. He tryna sell his Rollie for the low like A crack head. Not a single weapon for him Against me, what the man said. Thank God I'm tryna touch some money like a Bank job. Bank job. Niggas see my chain up in the club, but They don't take mine. Niggas see my chain up In the club, but they don't take mine. I keep a OT bitch that say I never Make time. I keep a OT bitch that say I never make time. I'm not your average nigga, bitch, please, I cannot Make time. Make time. Yeah. Why you trippin', bitch? The last bitch I had A great time. I ain't seen you in a Minute, nigga, where you been? Catchin' flights and those statistics I ain't better Than. Threw some hundreds in my Sprite and they Just kickin' in. Fifty K in my right pocket, Fuck fittin' in. I remember you, Pace, so you wasn't that lit. You totin' dog shit, so you probably shippin' out Cat piss. I heard he used to flock, I Wonder where they get the rumors from. Watered than a fuck, I wonder where she got Her coochie from.
AFN Peso — Statistic
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