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knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the fa' do's. But who was spanked to you unranked, you can * around and get that chin bank'd. Grew lining, Crip walk the whole mile. Do belts, still my
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Bài hát Bitches N Marijuana - Chris Brown, Tyga, Schoolboy Q. Hook Chris Brown. You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em. Bail any girl that I wanna. Got bitches n marijuana. I can tell by the
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg. AR~! AR
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. A$AP Ferg. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg
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Bài hát Work Remix - A$AP Ferg, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q. A$AP Ferg. I gotta close the window before I record. Cause New York don't know how to be quiet. Stand up! Ferg
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I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you baby. But this song so * dope, girl it's hard for me not to play it. To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'. So
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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of *. Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades. Renegade, * what rapper
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Prescription drugs, show me love. Percocets, Adderall. Xanny bars, get codeine involved. Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off. I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought. What's wrong with me
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Right, uh, uh same * every day, homie. Lord please forgive me for all my sins. Yeah, nigga wake up to the same * everyday, homie. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death. No rules, right Wa
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