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Kris- Man I say we back at it again, back at it again. They say shawty tryna kick it tell her bring a couple her friends. Im in Here with Cooley Chi. Yea we bout to get it in. And all dem hoes choosin so you know dats a win. Man dis polo shit keep stackin, my niggas we crakin, yea we headed to dem bands what you niggas neva lackin? I ain’t worried bout distractions. Yall niggas no action. My lil mans be packin.Everytime im out i be swaggin. Wild boy yea we bout it, you real nigga i doubt it,my whole team be clouded Kush pack we louded
Korda (Cooley Chi)- K I got wheats up on my feet. Hawiian Punch in my lean. Put on for the team now i gotta do my thing. I come through roll up the extendo. Kidd came wit like 10 hoes they invited like 10 mo. In other words its on. Yea shawty she goin. Boy she ready and willin. Uma fuck it up up up past that ceilin. Hoes say im appelin. Cuz I handle my buisness. If you would do the same then you would know how we livin. Ok I live with swag.I want Louie bags, with expensive tags flamin up that sour pack. They say korda why you spend that shit cuz ima make it back. I never ben a flipper but im good at flippin cash. Fuck if you say you heard of me. Fuck yo common courtesy. I just wanna murder beats I do this shit like reguarly. Gotta make this money stretch Im tired of the stress. Man I can’t wait to get the check
Jmo (Cooley Chi)- Im bandin up on these niggas. Fuckn all of they bitches. Potent weed in my swisher. Trap tendencies in em. Fat heads up in my denim. You stuntin ridin in rentals. Im flexin walkin in venues. Im servin niggas no menu.Dont mention me when i hit you. Might take yo shit wen my rent due. I ain’t fuckin roud wit you new cats. My head up my boots strapped. They talk shit my Krew clap. Shit go down like 4 flats. My lil brodie he on dat. Head fucked up wit that prozac. I ben broke can’t go back. New snapback im fresh as shit.My dick out yo bitch a lick. White boy money no 50 cent. Gotta fuck these labels like Diddy did. Call a couple bad bitches and my nigga Kidd. Shit goin down need a couple rounds that Patron lets pour it up. Only four of yall hoes finna smoke wit us. That fifth wheel bitch betta fuckin buss. Gotta do the team while i pour the lean. My brodie rollin he off a bean. I dont fuck wit that but he got my back. Gave me his last when i fuckin crapped. Thats real nigga shit gotta fuck wit that. Pray I never see the day that my homies rat
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