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Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey how you comin' down? In a rose gold Hummer Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer Got it snowin' in the city I'm 'bout to change the weather So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rugs Young niggas paper'd up that's straight from water whippin' Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin' Two 50 in my pocket, I'm a walking lick Went crazy at the lot bitch I'm a lunatic My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale Indicator like I'm Mike, I'm fucking around with Jody One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie One time for Ross go tell 'em free the goat Tell him in the 305, bitch I'm in on a boat Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White Two mill' on wheels and they all white Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey bro, come on, what you're in? In a rose gold Hummer Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit 40 on a nigga I blow this bitch When I shoot I don't miss or I net that bitch Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch Too much money on me, bring that firepower Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got 'em The rap fold I'ma go platinum still 'Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills I'm from Detroit, baby that's a wild city Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50 Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it I know I hit it, I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin' Peezy and Pay let's come together this our city Jeezy in the A, he fuck with Meech that's our nigga Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyar-Grizzley Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon' ask you question, bitch you better not tell I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm ballin' like Tee A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey how you comin' down? In a rose gold Hummer Might be a chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer, scurr
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Jay W. Jenkins, Keith Lenard Miller, Terry Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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