Keep it 50 plus 50 that's a hundred my nigga.
Ain't no figure why from so why runnin' my nigga.
Bitch I don't rob on my how about gun in my nigga.
And if I die and tell the lord that I come in my nigga.
I keep it.
50 plus 50, that's a hundred my nigga.
Ain't no figure why from so why runnin' my nigga.
Bitch, I don't rob on my, how about gun in my nigga.
And if I die and tell the lord that I come in my nigga.
For your purses, your son rookies to this ****ing trap and shit while I be in the kitchen pull a white man leg 'em talking break.
Matter of fact, I'm sitting on his own small two night, 26.
Gotta get that like that ****ing dip, no faker shit.
Lift it up, and turn the hip, and turn the lip.
Let it rip, let them up, make a hit after the ****ing hit.
Really think that I'm about the ****ing blast.
Niggas murder shit and free, I do it for the ****ing cash.
All my niggas want a bag, talking money bag.
Niggas love to do you wrong, we already doing bad.
Damn.
Yeah, that shit is really sad.
All the young nigger wanna do is count the cash.
Look up to the sky, really think if it's real.
No, I really gotta clutch on to all it is feel to keep me safe.
But the shit in no shield.
Give a couple wanna sauce for upper day, and you right through the feeling.
Who you dump in my nigga?
Who you shoot in my nigga?
Join cool in my nigga.
Yeah.
50+50, that's a hundred in my nigga.
Hundred sticks in the drama.
And you know I'm running my nigga.
Who you dump in my nigga?
Who you shoot in my nigga?
Join cool in my nigga.
I keep it 50/50.
I know Jesus he with me.
I got that 30, no hurry.
And bitches, I keeping it with me.
All my shooters be with me.
My niggas stay with that semi.
Wish for the burner like Timmy.
That chopper singing like Whitney.
And one day I go shine, so I stay on my grind.
And don't you dare get in my way.
My niggas stay in your line.
I promise you when I Static, have your mom and I'm trying.
I promise you won't want that static.
Put that strap to your mind.
And bet your ass handle it, mind.
Ain't no talking to me.
So, I don't hold no conversation, let's you talk in the green.
And I don't want your company.
So, you ain't sparking with me.
And they got, I ain't got no worries, cause I blown that tree.
Take this weight off of me.
Take the stress off my mind.
Bro, if you ain't talking money, don't be wasting my time.
Pussy make a shine.
Pull these niggas in my way, but I don't **** with no swag.
I pull it nothing plus 50.
That's a hundred on my nigga.
He don't be feeling why from so why running my nigga.
Bitch, I don't rob on my mind.
How about gone in my nigga?
And if I die, and tell the lord that I come in my nigga.
I keep it 50 plus 50.
That's a honey my nigga.
And no figure why from so why run in my nigga.
Try to run online.
Pop all got him my nigga.
And if I die, to tell the lord that I come in my nigga.
As a honey, my nigga.
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