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Racks In My Blouses
Nigga we standing on couches
Uhh I don’t need a voucher
I do this shit for my doubters
Aye Folk The World is ours
Blew 3 Oz In A Hour
Curtis Jackson
I got power
No patch
But niggas be sour
No worries he play ima down em
Her Pussy be wet i be drowning
Looked for a plug & i found em
Im GP I’m The Founder
I took a trip to Atlanta
Im in designer
No panda
Yeah i hear the lil slander
Pull up like mc with hammer s
Ran outta patience
I’m fresh off probation
You drop yo location
You gone see the nation
Collecting these payments
I came from the basements
I took my charge &
Didn’t leave a statement
They loving my Candace
The way i create it
It’s really amazing
You witnessing greatness
That young nigga from westwood
He finally made it
Stacking my cash
I promise I’m saving
Plays off a Swipe
I done caught me a jugg
If i throw up the 4s
I’m repping my hood
Raines Road Gangsta
But i thug in the wood
Lil rod he with me
He stuffing a wood
Cash out the bank
Can’t fit in a envelope
No twin towers
Knock em down
Like some dominos
Point guard to the plug
That mean i just stop and go
All 100s on me
I made the honor roll
Came a long way
We was staying on marigold
Bitch like to drip
So I bought her exclusive clothes
Prada / McQueen
I think it was one of those
She the one
She remind me of Derrick rose
Fuck me some credit
I’m Swiping These Debits
Shooters with me
Coming Like they Jj Reddick
Dreaming like martin
I ran into Freddie
Slicing hoes like Jason
I put dick in her belly
Nah hoe ween going steady
When i pull up
You better be ready
She keep it trill
Like webbie
They don’t want beef
Like some veggies
Shooting Like Miller
No Reggie
Gas Only
Unleaded
They i know got cheese
Like a Deli
Break it down Break It Down
No standard Clips
This a 100 Round
Yo favorite Rapper
Ain’t Really About
Nun of this shit he be rapping bout
I was down but i stuck it out
Showed loved to niggas
Was running out
If we fell out
You’ll never come back around
I used to be broke
I’m getting heavy now
I done gain my confidence
I still remember When
Nobody didn’t understand
When i ain’t have shit man
But that’s in the past tense
Now I’m counting Jackson’s
I’m just looking for the back ends
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