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Blvd mel da real gee money songs

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Make me flash out and drop them bands ona n*gga Shout out to my C.E.O, he just got off probationĪll I know is you better stop playing with a n*gga Think it's bout time i spend it back and go and take a vacation Kicked my ex bitch to the curb for playing me like i'm basic Loaded full of dem pills, pop a perc and go crazy

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N*ggas outchea tryna kill me got me clutching my steel I was chilling, they got comfortable, i'm back with the shits You wasn't doing what i was doing until you got you a deal Kicked her out and made her walk and tol' that bitch that it's overĪin't no way you could take me i play for keeps you a rookie That lil bitch was talking shit so she made me pull over Hundred rounds off the draco, i can't stop till it′s over I let you n*ggas get ya shine on, and now that shit over When it′s a drought I got that work, on that loud i'm smoking purpp How the fuck you want my head? i'm still floating in the drop Lil n*gga talkin′ down on me, must be smokin′ on rocks

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I′m ina trenches jumpin' fences, steady duckin' the cops I got some n*ggas that i need to get the fuck off the block Three hundred grand ain′t enough, I need a mil' off the top Gave me some time to think about it, should I take it or not?

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