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Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Mr Angel on the beat Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy! Young mullah baby, streeetzz... Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga Dats why you only see me with some ape ass niggas We gotta eat early like break fast nigga New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 Pussy ass niggas don't survive no mo And the niggas say they riders Ain't riders no mo From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go Hey sharks, sup piranhas, Dem boys catfish, dem boys flounders I pop on grove, I roll around ya, Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like a sandra Fuckin with my... Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Yea, yea, ha ha And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets... T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like Fuck my verse, nigga Swizz got the hook right Asian let me catch em with the beam an it's cooked right Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right And I'm the nigga standin over the stove With a good price with a b? ride bitch Drive bricks an book flights Good by bad days, hello good nights No my coke look like Carmelo? Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined 2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9 It's my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life And fuck one time it's... Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha We young mullah baby yea... I murder that boy, I kill that bitch Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit So ain't no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks Ain't no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the... Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money Money, cars, clothes, hoes Money, cars, clothes, hoes I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money |
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