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motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss
motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub The American Dream Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys? Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies You know what
aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now
This is my Game you Gonna need a refferal, I know more about tree than squirrel, Me no talk much but the heat so verbal, Brand New Marc Jacobs Peacoat
t find my wallet and my hair is on fire Just one of those days It's just one of those days I just wrapped my Cadillac around a tree A big swarm of locusts
cautious Might get *** on the porch of your fortress Now they see it was no one from Port City I run here, Rick Ross is boss *** 'Cause we takin' over
shot on the porch of your fortress Now they see it was no one from Port City I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit 'Cause we takin' over, one city
need a goddamn fan Everybody want gangsta, suckas don't live it 'Til they talkin' through that glass like, ?See you in a minute'? That's not the Bigg Boss
boss on the flow Plenty hoes like a fourth quarter (Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money) (Big Sean) Just a bittersweet symphony (Chorus-Big Sean) I'm from a big
What it do, Coming at you live, ita??s your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously
t even eleven Thug boss slim thug drikin' GPO Greygoose, Patron and orange juice, po' me som mo' Now box and poppy Joe just ordered the rose mo Drunkin' duces to my partner, how I see him big
stage I'm gone make it rain and when I leave the club yall gone notice me Leave with two girls like flo-a-tree Singing to these girls like Jodeci Jeep sitting on them big
fuck about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks And I ain't talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys' The barrel was too big
MC rhymin? Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh MC, MC, ARYC Uhh, uh MC rhymin?, chart climbin? with the baguettes, Roley shinin? We smokin? the best trees, I bet some