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Lyrics: I swear this life so quick, and you gone suck this..... and Ion owe you shit, hol up break it down real quick, I swear this life too lit, new fit new bihh, Ion owe you shit, Imma own my own business.
Matter fact I quit but I never give up I live, tryna put my family in da Hills, Don't want no molly don't want no pill, In da late night we gone have fun no chill imma beat da pussy down this ain't "Kill Bill", my bitches pay bill I don't pay bills, you can take it any way how the fuck you feel, she gone take it anyway, how the fuck I feel, swallow me deep throat baby take me like a pill. Tell me bout ya problem while you bust it fa a bill, y'all talk about ya problems I just call upi Dr.Phil, I do sum bout it fuck what any nigga feel, under real nigga wings, and I came from da field, "Wingfield" Southside nigga know what it is, putting on fa my city, puttin on fa a CRIB, put dick in a flower till she walk like a crip, put a K in da bank for da K with the wood, another K for da clan when they moving through the woods, stay the fuck out my face fore I slay yo ass fa good, get lost in da haze, spray mace out a drake(drako), Come close fuck round drown like baby, my ex gone suck dick as repayment. Yeah Yeahh.
These niggas Caplockin through speakers I just call it stereotyping, Yall was just sleeping I'm eating the difference I won't catch the Itis, Y'all was just creeping, and weeping I'm moving cuz I am a lion a tiger a tiger, Taiga around my neck, yall trippin im talkin bout climate, Came from da Sip(Mississippi) like hydration, Heat on my hip cause castration, don't wanna fuck if you basic, run my that ass and no pacing, 9 or a 10 and you chasing, finger wave da... and tell her come here come here come here.
I need to slow down, I'm moving too fast, she coming too fast, Ayee like da money she come too fast, Blow up put my city on da map, get a bag real estate in da south, fix the road pot holes in da drout
Niggas don't move much, but they running they mouth, if you talk too much take food out ya mouth, don't worry bout me bitch I know how to count, 321 (*Bang) what da fuck it is now, you talk too foul, put soap in ya mouth, Lil cry baby nigga don't act like a clown. Stay in school make ya mama nem proud maybe when you graduate you can work for me
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- O.C 999