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(Matt you made this?!) Cool swang Mood swing Ben Wallace In that big palace World Peace? Bitch stop it In my new frames Bruce Wayne big pockets Switch to new bitches Not my boo thang, not my problem It was 10th grade- Nigga pulled the strap on me FUCK HIM Some times I wish I could meet him this day MOTHERFUCKER He get maxed out Feel like stampede on his body Get away clean Niggas can't see in the party Need no loose lips Got my new bitch a wand and broomstick Surprise me In the room she like ouu shit I think she likey Interviews, niggas clueless A bunch a bullshit Pick and choose bitch I do this, I do this We be posted where the coast is Rolling dope shit Too lit You want bovine? Go to Ruth Chris Full clip Judge him with this nine That's if he do flip Too thick Quarter in the wood So fuck your two cents Posted where the coast is Rolling dope shit Too lit You want bovine? Go to Ruth Chris Full clip Judge him with this nine That's if he do flip Too thick Quarter in the wood So fuck your two cents Showtime, guess it's go time Hit the northside with two dimes Yeah they so fine, and they both mine Marty Mc, need a Doc Brown Where the doors fly Jealousy a pill that can kill Hope ya throat wide Oh my! Why's he think he's so dope like I can't throw a rock straight up in the air And hit a bum that think his flows nice? Always talking how he so fried Or all his issues with the most high Switching genres pick a road guy You not Kanye or Jahseh Get a 9-5 Well you're so right Don't really do it for the co-signs But they keep playing these .wav files So they must know I rip a bass line And that mask thing over one eye? For that weirdo I got no time But wait a second don't turn it down I kinda like the part where he go like We be posted where the coast is Rolling dope shit Too lit You want bovine? Go to Ruth Chris Full clip Judge him with this nine That's if he do flip Too thick Quarter in the wood So fuck your two cents Posted where the coast is Rolling dope shit Too lit You want bovine? Go to Ruth Chris Full clip Judge him with this nine That's if he do flip Too thick Quarter in the wood So fuck your two cents
Writer(s): Erik Mercenary, Kevin Tyrone Maxwell, Robert M. Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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