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Album: Two Weeks Notice (2014)

The People

I thousand dollars on one drink later
Red bottle from my niggas
Drop analogy on these whores, call bottles from the finger
Top model what she pose, burn brain always talking so what's so
Give a fuck about your past
Please be more current, try to make waves you gone need more current
You should get you one of these
High bigger then a picture
Couldn't feel it on my speak
Hard regale got check, couldn't get me on my knees
Hard liquor, good sex, couldn't get you bitch to leave
Damn, I never said I'm the greatest
But I only get greater
Sixty city of sixties just half for you later
I just laugh on my haters
You gonna have to excuse, you gonna be with that soon
To cut too half for my lions
I am like the rapping, you can die to pick
It's such a beautiful sky
You would die for a pick
I always saw it on the most niggas
I try tell 'em but you can't tell most niggas
We on that dog check, dog check
That the killer, dueler, dueler, mami mira, mira
Since I've been high, I could always see that
Like a beat high buzzing, did it wimp my nigga,
Really we like cousins,
And if you see life in front of
Done it and chase that bitch but when you take that race
It's a double episode my nigga help me
Why you have to make that flip
I put the paper to lyrics make sure my grew fall
That something useful
Make sure you make it though all
You want eat all my shit as you shoes to

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