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Hey
I'ma just keep it real
'Cause that's all I know how to do
Hundreds on me, and they blue
You play with my brother, you making the news
Remember them days we was bussing them juggs?
Me and my brother were robbing the plug
I got a shotgun, I fell in love with slugs
I got a 4-5, I fell in love with guns
I fell out with a lot of niggas, that means they owe me loyalty
I got a bad bitch, she said she gon' spoil me
I love them sticks, nigga, where the .40's?
She love my dick, always horny
I'ma just keep it real
'Cause that's all I know how to do
Hundreds on me, and they blue
You play with my brother, you making the news
Remember them days we was bussing them juggs?
Me and my brother were robbing the plug
I got a shotgun, I fell in love with slugs
I got a 4-5, I fell in love with guns
I fell out with a lot of niggas, that means they owe me loyalty
I got a bad bitch, she said she gon' spoil me
I love them sticks, nigga, where the .40's?
She love my dick, always horny
Ain't getting backdoored, you already informed me
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas be corny
I'm Margiela stepping now, it's no Jordans
Hey, hey
Where was you, my rainy day? Hey
Sipping on wock, nigga, my drink
Yeah
I got a bad bitch, and she in my face, hey
I fell out with a lot of niggas
That mean they don't owe me shit, nigga
Lil' cuz mad I'm hittin his bitch, nigga
Fell in love with guns, I love them sticks, nigga
Ooh, I love them sticks
Tried to bring me down, swear bitches ain't shit
Tried to bag on me, but I'm already on it
Had the G-lock on me, I ain't going for it
Got designer bag for you, no Michael Kors
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas be corny
I'm Margiela stepping now, it's no Jordans
Hey, hey
Where was you, my rainy day? Hey
Sipping on wock, nigga, my drink
Yeah
I got a bad bitch, and she in my face, hey
I fell out with a lot of niggas
That mean they don't owe me shit, nigga
Lil' cuz mad I'm hittin his bitch, nigga
Fell in love with guns, I love them sticks, nigga
Ooh, I love them sticks
Tried to bring me down, swear bitches ain't shit
Tried to bag on me, but I'm already on it
Had the G-lock on me, I ain't going for it
Got designer bag for you, no Michael Kors
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She fuck with Plug Music, that's why I got called for it
My brother taking that charge, he go to court for it
My brother don't got no heart, he go to war for me
Ouu, maybe you love me, you don't know it
I got a Glock on me, you don't know it
Give you all of my love, what you want?
You thinking 'bout money, you might go get shot for it
I fell out with a lot of niggas, that means they owe me loyalty
I got a bad bitch, she said she gon' spoil me
I love them sticks, nigga, where the .40's?
She love my dick, always horny
She fuck with Plug Music, that's why I got called for it
My brother taking that charge, he go to court for it
My brother don't got no heart, he go to war for me
Ouu, maybe you love me, you don't know it
I got a Glock on me, you don't know it
Give you all of my love, what you want?
You thinking 'bout money, you might go get shot for it
I fell out with a lot of niggas, that means they owe me loyalty
I got a bad bitch, she said she gon' spoil me
I love them sticks, nigga, where the .40's?
She love my dick, always horny
Ain't getting backdoored, you already informed me
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas be corny
I'm Margiela stepping now, it's no Jordans
Hey, hey
Where was you, my rainy day? Hey
Sipping on wock, nigga, my drink
Yeah
Can't fuck with these niggas, niggas be corny
I'm Margiela stepping now, it's no Jordans
Hey, hey
Where was you, my rainy day? Hey
Sipping on wock, nigga, my drink
Yeah
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