(Yeah. I'll fix myself man. Put the Gucci bag on. Gucci belt, Gucci hat, Gucci Glasses)
They hit you like to cut the grass Sixty seven thousand for your ass They hit you like to cut the grass Sixty seven thousand for your ass
The girls don’t really dance off in the hood no more They found a new route to New Mexico Where slavery for the sex gets you money Was lavy for the sex, we buying honey Cold world out here giving all Losing it all for some drugs
So if you feel how I feel Why don’t you let it show? And if you ain’t dealing what I deal with Why don’t you let it go?
Put the game critical, straight here for some scissor Down I’m balling free before I take out my residual Uuh girl just look at you, uuh girl you so cute Do, you do interviews Do, you do interviews Didn’t mean to interview Didn’t mean to interview Wanna see what’s up to you Baby what’s up to you Didn’t mean get low from my move but maybe I get in love with you Ain’t my mother proud of you now wanna met your mother too
So if you feel how I feel Why don’t you let it show? And if you ain’t dealing what I deal with Why don’t you let it go? You scream too much for me, you cry You scream to much for me, I wander why You always complaining Don’t know what you’re saying
So if you feel how I feel Why don’t you let it go? And if you ain’t dealing what I deal with don’t let it show?
Hit the sprite with the lean Then I make it darker Hit that bitch with the wallet Then I hit your daughter Skip that shutting out of friend ship Know I’m getting shelter
You don't dealing what I deal with To don’t let it show You can dealing what I deal with I think should go
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