Move 'em in move 'em out



Trapped in shoot it out



Bone a whore



Corner store



Want it raw



On the floor



Tie 'em up lie 'em down



Fuck yall niggas crying now



Killer Cam



Side town



Fuck yall niggas ridin' round



Creep wit da toast



Keep it close



Never know when you'll see da gross



From my yaht you'll see coast



From my block you'll see toast



Love da way I grab dat cash



Now I laugh



You love the way I smack dat ass



Backflash



You'll sniff foul powder



Over clam chowder



Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa



While we listenin' to wild salsa



La la bomba



Come through in the Hummer



La la bomba



Face down ass up



That's the way we like to fuck



After that pucker up



Babygirl we like to suck



Sucker what



Never duck



That's not what my hoods about



Hood without a doubt



So bitch put it in your mouth







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Where da fuck you at



Bust your gat



Where da fuck you at



Do yall niggas sell crack



Where da fuck you at



Got a fat stack



Where da fuck you at



Huh, ain't a damn thing funny



Why? Bitch betta have my money



Where da fuck you at







Aiyo



I spit spit flow flow



Get get doe doe



Switch switch yo yo



Sick sick fo-four



Swing swing click click



Drug game big brick



Swing swing big dick



Pretty thing thick chick



cock cock nice nice



shot shot twice twice



Now I gotta slice slice



Rock rock ice ice



Drick drink Old Gold



Bitches wanna Volvo



Woo shit was wo wo



Now we got dat cocoa



Tram tram palm palm



Chicks call it swanton



Of course we all suit



And we all cute



Yo Queet call Kose



Bitch over here frotin'



Yo I want they're jaw loose



We got more troops



Get you hauled off juice



Stop frontin' yo



You ain't sawed off proof



Whips whips cost cost



Six six floss floss



Big big boss boss



Get get lost lost







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Aiyo I need da type of girl



That's in love wit her cash



Get knocked together



Look at each other and laugh



Get a key



She like cut it in half



Get a in beef



She like da fuck is my bag



Take cover and laugh



Real prestiges



Walk around wit da mack dies



Smack Diez



Cause he said "Dame la chocha"



Bitch caught him in da Rover



Scared 'em aired 'em



Kiete la voka



Goin' to da gun range



Her hobby is rape



Girls lookin' at her jewels



Like they gotta be fake



Plus a brand new jeep



Leather brand new seats



Wit da dishes real deep



Nah, Cam too cheap



Yall can't flow wit dat



Bang it out throw it back



Ain't no here we go wit dat



Grabbin' on here lower back



Lookin' at me like she can take the shit



Uh uh uh



Now take that bitch







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