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n#gg#
Larry making ’em beats again
.40 on my hip, i don’t even squabble
Got celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke n#gg#, you do it for life
My old best friend turned junkie, he hittin’ the pipe
.40 on my hip, i don’t even squabble
Got celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke n#gg#, you do it for life
My old best friend is a junkie, he hittin’ the pipe
My old best friend turned junkiе, he hittin’ the pipe
I wantеd to sell coke and pimp hoes, you wanted to be like mike
I had to figure out my worth, then up my price
My ex b#tch was a rat, caught her suckin’ pipe
I was transportin’ macs down the turnpike
You was butt naked on the ‘gram, tryna get some likes
Must suck to be a failure your whole life
I was sneakin’ around with married women, f#ckin’ whole wives
b#tch don’t like me, she’s a whole dyke
Walked in her house, smacked her granny, killed the whole vibe
I was two time in this african b#tch, f#cked her whole tribe (larry making ’em beats again)
Usually only gotta smack ’em once, i smacked this b#tch twice
Guess i felt like ike turner when i woke up
So i don’t mean this b#tch speechless, when i say she choked up
If this .40 ever jam, he gettin’ poked up
n#gg# have something to say, he should’ve spoke up
Don’t see no tears, sh#t, guess i’m cryin’ mentally
I’m just a pimp, with some very violent tendencies
b#tch got a small mouth, i got the remedy
Put a bullet through a f#ck n#gg#’s head, like president kennedy
You hear me rappin’ off beat, this b#tch still jammin’
n#gg#s still totin’ a hollow point, it’s still jammin’
My b#tches say i’m big-headed, like peyton manning
Was locked up with this weird n#gg#, he was rapin’ trannies
I ain’t gon’ lie, when i was young, i wanted to f#ck my cousin
’til i got a lil’ bit older and realized i was buggin’
My grandma still disappointed i ended up thuggin’
Some of my family members can’t accept i’m somebody i wasn’t
.40 on my hip, i don’t even squabble
Got celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke n#gg#, you do it for life
My old best friend turned junkie, he hittin’ the pipe (larry making ’em beats again)
.40 on my hip, i don’t even squabble
Got celine on my chest
I dabble in the finer things in life
Broke n#gg#, you do it for life
My old best friend is a junkie, he hittin’ the pipe
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