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Riverdale Rd

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Yeah, turn that maafaka up NOLAN. Whoa, know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' danger. I got my mothafuckin' pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga. We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act. Mane, c'mon with the Kap, bruh. Ah! Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer My third foreign car, it was a Porsche My fourth foreign car you can't afford My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion My draws got them horses, my car got them horses Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces We had no choices Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah You wasn't there when mama was struggling You wasn't there when mama was fussing Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass I went to work and I made an abundance Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion


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