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Gouda

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Gouda, sick wid it records BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery Ooh, look out pimp Heavy on the grindin' entertainment Stovetop productions Ooh, hustlers are us My game sharper than an elephant's tusk Me, myself and I the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunno Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda) Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa) Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man (Gouda) In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda) Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda) Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa) A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas Ooh, just tryna get my point across Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks Ooh, no more talking on them cells I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what? Ooh, over crowded jails They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells Ooh, put our yeti together Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better I got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda) Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa) Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man (Gouda) In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda) Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda) Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa) Gettin' money, I'm a stunna man With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van


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