Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims
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Wind-shield to the wing, couple gin to the chin
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Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt
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Reach and I teach you, stay and I’m swift
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Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims
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Wind-shield to the wing, couple gin to the chin
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Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt
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Reach and I teach you, stay and I’m swift
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Street’s so great, sky stone gray
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Where the bitches? Let’s see what the iPhone say
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Money won’t stop and time won’t stay
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Broke motherfuckers say crime don’t pay
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I hide no face, still find no trace
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A rap says I put that fire on that lace
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Hostile, since coke in the nostril
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Skinny as pasta with a big ol’ mouse berg
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Maybach machine, all you hear is cha-ching
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Never flew where I flown, all you see is the wing
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All black up from the shoes to the ring
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Including the mink, I am as rude as you think
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Back on the turf like I never left the nerf
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Feel sorry for my mother, shouldn’t never have to birth
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I never had a gift, damn sure I had a curse
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Now who next to climb out the back of that hurse
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Yea, you already know Gunplay
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Don Adolf, Logan
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Hail Logan ha-ha-ha-ha
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Bitches Ain't Shit Freestyle
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| GunPlay |
