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Red paint, inside's peanut butter
They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers
I ain't gon' lie, man, my **** tight
Joking got 'em stopping like a red light
Wake me up, it's a sick dream
Got the Alpine with the flat screen
These **** ain't aware of man
Twelves in the trunk sounding like an airplane
A 757 jet
You're dealing with a **** vet
Cold like banana splits
That's why I cocked the AR with banana clips
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
I got a project chick with a lot of kids
She say she liked my flow, but love my ad libs
I was saying, yeah, before Usher
Never scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher
Any problem? She say "Take care of it"
Them ugly **** say a **** arrogant
Real slow's how I drive past
Got everybody looking sweating like a gym class
I see you funny **** got jokes
Disrespect this set of steel riding on spokes
You **** with a player, we don't just say no
We're too busy saying, "Yeah"
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
I'm a **** crown, You won't slow me, dog
Got six cell phones, you won't call me, dog
This ain't a movie, we are not actors
Still used a duck **** for target practice
If a red beam on Mossberg
Hit his **** with it twice, make him A town stomp
A **** with trust
Play a lot of games, dog, but not with us
Call me Jack in the Box, how 'bout with two ****?
Cook you faster than a T-bone at Ruth Chris
You still hating, looking stupid
I'm in the SL looking real coupe and ****
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
Twenty-four bitches off the ground
(That's how you feel)
A young **** selling forty by the pound
(That's how you feel)
And I got the best **** in the town
(That's how you feel)
Five on my lap, it's going down
(That's how you feel)
Written by: D. Stewart, Jay Jenkins
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