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Move 'em in, move 'em out Trapped in shoot it out Bone a whore Corner store Want it raw On the floor Tie 'em up, lie 'em down Fuck yall niggas crying now Killer Cam Side town Fuck yall niggas ridin' round Creep wit da toast Keep it close Never know when you'll see da gross From my yaht you'll see coast From my block you'll see toast Love da way I grab dat cash Now I laugh You love the way I smack dat ass Backflash You'll sniff foul powder Over clam chowder Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa While we listenin' to wild salsa La la bomba Come through in the Hummer La la bomba Face down ass up That's the way we like to fuck After that pucker up Babygirl we like to suck Sucker what Never duck That's not what my hoods about Hood without a doubt So bitch put it in your mouth Chorus: Where da fuck you at Bust your gat Where da fuck you at Do yall niggas sell crack Where da fuck you at Got a fat stack Where da fuck you at Huh, ain't a damn thing funny Why? Bitch betta have my money Where da fuck you at Aiyo I spit spit flow flow Get get doe doe Switch switch yo yo Sick sick fo-four Swing swing click click Drug game big brick Swing swing big dick Pretty thing thick chick cock cock nice nice shot shot twice twice Now I gotta slice slice Rock rock ice ice Drick drink Old Gold Bitches wanna Volvo Woo shit was wo wo Now we got dat cocoa Tram tram palm palm Chicks call it swanton Of course we all suit And we all cute Yo Queet call Kose Bitch over here frotin' Yo I want they're jaw loose We got more troops Get you hauled off juice Stop frontin' yo You ain't sawed off proof Whips whips cost cost Six six floss floss Big big boss boss Get get lost lost Chorus: Aiyo I need da type of girl That's in love wit her cash Get knocked together Look at each other and laugh Get a key She like cut it in half Get a in beef She like da fuck is my bag Take cover and laugh Real prestiges Walk around wit da mack dies Smack Diez Cause he said Dame la chocha Bitch caught him in da Rover Scared 'em aired 'em Kiete la voka Goin' to da gun range Her hobby is rape Girls lookin' at her jewels Like they gotta be fake Plus a brand new jeep Leather brand new seats Wit da dishes real deep Nah, Cam too cheap Yall can't flow wit dat Bang it out throw it back Ain't no here we go wit dat Grabbin' on here lower back Lookin' at me like she can take the shit Uh uh uh Now take that bitch Chorus: |
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