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Put him 6 ft up in the dirt With this 9 under my shirt Was 11 turning 13, I don't do 12 The whip go skrt, paint drippin' yogurt now yo chick wanna cheat must be the Chanel seats Pack out the V with the LB's busting straight out the luggage it's LV Oh yeah I got a see about what they all of them say bout you, you ain't gotta tell me Know that I got them jelly ain't no PB, I gotta put on my Giddys On the TV, I'm breaking the chain give them VV's I told them no sipping martinis inside of the 'ghini Remember you ain't play the CD? Now it's getting harder to see me because I'm bein' smart Probably somewhere in Milan with a foreign resemble Mulan Look what she got on, Vespucci ain't no Ralph Lauren, the year of the don Skin black but it look bronze plus I get quap rich home, like Quan You can get punched like prime but I like to keep it clam need space like time Some place where the trees look palm and the hoes so bomb that I can't bring them home to mom Ran it up with the chop no baton Muddy ain't Muslin but I don't do swine Got dome in the vip now the club a salon you obtain anything when you Hustle and Grind Yeah I'm from the V it feel like Vietnam I was raised in the ghetto adapted to crime broke it down, getting mines off nickel and dimes But if you cross the line 6 ft up in the dirt With this 9 under my shirt Was 11 turning 13, I don't do 12 The whip go skrt, paint drippin' yogurt now yo chick wanna cheat must be the Chanel seats Pack out the V with the LB's busting straight out the luggage it's LV Oh yeah I got a see about what they all of them say bout you, you ain't gotta tell me
Writer(s): Rahmeik Bowman, Johnny Colvin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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