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Alright now
Well they ask what’s the message
Y’all wana ask that again man I don’t get the question
Yeah
They tryna find out lord how we lost our direction
Yeah, well oh my please excuse our prescense
I mean
I think we all got lost in the wreckage I don’t miss it
Bitch I ain’t cheap I just love my money
A bitch couldn’t even get a dollar meal from me, yeah, yeah
Ask my pop he’d say the same thang
I mean, shit
He’d prolly tell you the same way
So you know I had to get it from the creek
So it’s only right that I got it when the chance arose
And baby i’ve been tryna get rich
But look little bitch I ain’t talking ’bout Nicole, alright
So you know I had to get it from the south
Skinny young pimpin you ain’t even gotta doubt
Tell your baby mama I ain’t even tryna hit
And if i’m on the phone you ain’t even gotta hour mufucka like that
Fuck that shit man we is them playas
Fuck that shit it does not get greater
Good things come to those that question
So
What the fuck have y’all questioned lately I mean it
Alright man fuck being all on that help me out
See I don’t need y’alls camera time
Understand man that we got our own
So I don’t need no credit when we handeling mine
My business
Make them tracks and we in it
Mufuckas no we ain’t timid, mufucka better know that we winnin’
Muhfucka better mind his business
When we coming down the street better mind this pimpin
Fuck that shit man this that occasion
Roll a blunt of my past persuasions
What the fuck you need better come and get it
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