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Ken And Rich

to play games And she don't care who she play wit She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the club And she gon' make her money

and head back to the hood, when im movin my rock you can find me, on the dark road, dark clothes yay in the console and god

my world, you know the procedure Nothin' but playas and trues, man It's a Jhaz thang And a sista gets wrecked for her domain Plain and simple, Ken Dawg

do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich

wit luck as to rollin because Gansta Blac cant get fucked look fool we creepin on Ken from Martin Luther and we wit me aint nuttin but Prophet and thugs and

, please let me go I can't take it, the head game's sacred Even suck me and Tigger off in the basement I fuck mad hoes, and they ain't get no cash It

hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And

, and leave the board drippin Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em' I'm added to society, mainly wit my system Run and

spend your life stealin' chickens from the rich folks yard Don't play me for a fool. Even if your band gets dropped from Dr. Dream Chorus: You ain't black and