Feat K Blacka Vldec D
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Shout out to my essay, shout out,
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Shout out to my essays. (amigos)
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Chip it by the low,
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Ship it by the low,
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Shout out to my essay.,
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Man, that nigger got me stained,
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All these niggers can't know me.
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'cause we keep a lot of money.
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Man, we stand on these niggers so hard.
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Couldn't look anywhere.
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Front whip, wouldn't pull up.
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Ew, awe, hey, take a trip.
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Flying out to Mexico.
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My essay's got it planned out.
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He sent 'em back,
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Got sending cash,
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Everybody come with their hands out.
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I'm shipping it all, I sell it all,
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Y'all niggers here, aren't worth it,
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You see why I came, said?
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T H E Niggars can't even see my essay,
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Trunk full of bricks,
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That amigo gang got plumped prices,
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Free Mario, 94 bitch,
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Real dope boy, like my cousin, not a snitch.
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You know I know essay,
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And essay, he bring most stuff,
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It gonna cost you more if I bring
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The finger for her.
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'cause I don't trust my lawyers,
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This whole world is of lawyers.
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These bloods still in order,
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Most of them cost you,
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Everyday a payday.
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Counting with my essay,
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And we counting a ...
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I know the police watching,
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My essay got me toppling.
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I'm in the hood, shopping,
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You want some slag, I got it!
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You want some bricks, then count it.
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100 Real Niggas
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Young Scooter |