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Look.. My top down, your name hot now but when I was out here, nigga you was not 'round was in the game, but I just watch now I did grim so my shit stock now. Suede, hit, Linen on the roof don't be lyin' on the facts, niggas lyin' in the booth. When we travel around the world, we flyin with a suitcase, stamped, louis vuitton, with Cuban cigar Miami, Ocean Ave, cut the beautiful broads on the back of motorbikes, ain't no use for a car im outta town, so the coupe is at large and this, jealous of succes, niggas usually are; but, i dont give a fuck i ain't trippin though Niggas gettin desperate, while im getting dough Oh you love that bitch? better get yo' hoe and I aint gotta tell you why, You already know once in a life time, shit she aint never been fucked in a drop top benz thats why when I pull up, Letras de cancionesshe quick to get in, i'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen class is in session, rap till im restless cuz constant repitition is the path to progression class is in session, rap till im restless cuz constant repitition is the path to progression Take that and run with it, you should get some cash way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast. Heavy on the grind, South Central State of mind, type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes baby blue regal, 1985 gold rollie on my neck, 380 on my spine it was a lot of things that was runnin through my mind, all of which i would bring to myself, and in due time and now im watchin ring put a strain on her eye, fireworks on my sleeve, the 4th of july. Waist line Louis, stay fly truly, cant fuck with me witha rubber or a roofy hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me, feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me. ex-strret nigga turned Boss, that's the routine and you would have extras if your life was a movie (Thanks to chris c for these lyrics) From Letras Mania