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Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American Express card all gray now It's scratched up from constant usage Girl kidnapper, pop
fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop (WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? Pop
Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if ya paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through man, pop the lock (OH THAT
I'm rhyming with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips pink
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
, hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits
Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top I make da nina sing like "shoot a du dee wap" You want the facts daddy? well I truly do need pop
had a problem with my previous l.p's, then kiss my ass! If you downright spoiled and feel I don't do enough for you, That's right, kiss my ass ! Pop
bein? reckless I?m just tryin? to get this record straight (Look what ya doin? to me) You got me contemplatin?, thinkin? maybe I should come check you out in that suite Pop
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money
baby So butter, still relate to the gutter Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted Fell in love with a cat who's gifted Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it Pop
I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy
from the top, I Fox Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks In the six drop boo and it don't stop See money lookin' alright, yeah what up Pop 'Cross the
Fox Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks In the six drop boo and it don't stop See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop 'Cross the room throwin signals
of suit He's gone country, here he comes He commutes to L.A. But he's got a house in the valley But the bills are piling up And the pop scene just ain
you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob We can spar, but you gon' drop, drop I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop, pop Better