Drive in theatreI¡¯m tryna get this loot anyway true
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It¡¯s lucrative and from alls I do make through
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iTunes and avenues, we move weight each
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One in my crew get a full plate
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Not one excuse til we all ate
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Unified, stupid high, nigga way paid
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Crime did just what they said it would
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Some niggas livin good
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Some is gone away for good
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Some stuck in the hood
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Addicted to er, what he shoulda sold lost his soul
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Though his body still livin, look in his eyes
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The fire ain¡¯t in em, he used to be driven
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Now that¡¯s cold
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Coldblooded as my angel wings flooded, Rolls gold, star started
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The ball covered so let it po
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Until it bubble on the flo
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Baby, love pelin out her clothes, eyes rolled
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Orgasm dancing while these homies blow
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I¡¯m just thinkin of my next goal
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Which color we should paint the ¡®64
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Tryin to wrap my hands round a globe
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Like a muthafuckin chokehold, hoe
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Drive in theatre
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Bent over the stove cus they want some more
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Knockin at my door
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Back at the store cus they want some more
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All of yall
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