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I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gonna bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up. I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss In the red looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago. Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip than roll a window up Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday. I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car.

Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch I'm blackjack pizza locations lakewood her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat Lil wayne - john I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch I'm fucking lil wayne - john good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!

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You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my fucking address, huh Related. Big black niggas, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might be hot, swish!! Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louie, I'm talking all brown linen, huh. Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh.