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I just be talking and walking while I'm spitting at hoes Smoking and drinking, I probably get in them hoes Got wholly 1942, I'm sipping it slow She take it all to the throat, you be kissing that hoe You got your own hair, on wheels, own crib, pay your own bills You see some hating hoes you don't get along with Well, turn it up 'cause this your song, bitch (gon fuck it up, up, up, up) Stop, roll with it, a nigga move to LA but I'm straight out the toll with it She tell you no but she hit my crib and knocked a whole with it You talking over that internet and I'm at your door with it Day one, we then balling, boy you been in a scrimmage Pistol twerking, fuck that jerkin, boy, we been with the business In case you don't know my name, Price, aka Mr. Take your life for your wife That's just 87 Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now We gonna go somewhere and I'm gonna take you down And I'm a smack that, girl, I'm a smack that And I'm a smack that, girl, I'm a smack that Look back at it like you tripped on it Lil' momma got a nice set of lips on her I said bend over, touch your toes Don't bring no friends, I don't trust them hoes Got a bad habit, I can't quit My home girls always say that niggas ain't shit I pull up in that bad, they be like ain't this Young Souzie from the ridge always counting chips I be like yeah, that, yeah, that, man Float crazy, fuck around and get a casket Young black man, whole lot of paper I love kush, love kush, smoke it by the acre Shake your money maker, for a money maker I'm a finish school, these niggas need a hundred majors Everything ain't what it look, getting paper by the book


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