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Baggin', homie, P'd up, ship it Berner a hard-head motherfucker, don't listen (I don't listen) Yeah, we smoke different and my gold drippin' You see the Old School driftin' and the gold spinnin' (Gold spinnin') They say, "Bern, you got a couple more bags of float?" Hell nah, I need more cash to blow It's a young millionaire on bullshit (On bullshit) Slime of the month, full clip (Full clip) Two bottles and a bag of the best (Of the best) If the shit smoke good, then I'm grabbin' the rest (I need it all) I'ma weigh shit, that mean my cake thicker That mean my bitches 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it) Go grab a bag and count it (Yeah) I'm a O.G. cat when it come to the pack Take a flight down south, then I drive it right back (Skrrt) My fuckin' ice cold, it's a light show Yeah, I'm doin' 95 with my eyes closed (Yeah) I smoke big, homie, it'll split your wig I'm so cold, my neck game, wrists is froze The heavy weight, pushin' it from state to state 'Cause we eatin', needin' more on my plate I'm so fly, flyer than an eagle with wings Yadadamean? You know I'm so fresh, so clean I stay high, nobody out smoke me 'Cause I'm a fiend when it come to gettin' the cheese Letras de cancionesI'm O.G. Comin' through the cut bangin' Daz and Kurupt Got a six-trey rag on the back of the homie truck Trailin' it to Vegas for the SuperShow, player Tamper switch lead, put the frame in the pavement On-time payments, dope we be slangin' Art, you should frame it, G's maintain it Outside, all time, bitch, that's not changin' Stayin' the same way from the day that I came in Go against this, yeah, niggas can't win In my Z28, let the fuckin' tires spin Money that's spent, vacation trips Places we done went, big dollars make sense Clean, wash, and rinse, keep yourself fit 'Cause the motherfucker can't hop the fence'll get bit Stay on your shit, can't afford to slip Fuck around, get your name scratched off the list I smoke big, homie, it'll split your wig I'm so cold, my neck game, wrists is froze The heavy weight, pushin' it from state to state 'Cause we eatin', needin' more on my plate I'm so fly, flyer than an eagle with wings Yadadamean? You know I'm so fresh, so clean I stay high, nobody out smoke me 'Cause I'm a fiend when it come to gettin' the cheese I'm O.G. D'usse bottles and brand new cars I'ma live it up 'cause I been goin' hard I could spend the cash or I could swipe the card I'm headed outta town so the coupe is at large Hit the switch, nigga, don't fuck around with bitch niggas What you see around me is a gang of rich niggas Hangin' at South Park 'til all hours is dark Then I skrrt off in my brand new Trackhawk You know that gangstas live and gangstas die So why all your gangs just keep multiplyin'? Saggin', double G'd up, Crippin' Motherfuckers nervous 'cause I'm too ambitious These niggas really don't want no money I'm out the round table 'bout to launch my new company If you ain't thinkin' big, then you gotta go If they hatin' in your hood, you either rich or you a ho Gangsta shit, gangsta shit Gangsta shit, I'm on some gangsta shit Gangsta shit, gangsta shit Gangsta shit, I'm on some gangsta shit Gangsta shit, gangsta shit Gangsta shit, I'm on some gangsta shit Gangsta shit, gangsta shit Gangsta shit, I'm on some gangsta shit I put it down for that west coast We smoke the best, we choke the most Can't nobody come close Y'all smokin' on that okey doke We hustle everyday to get this grip Stay away you broke bitch I'm from the Cali code where we ball hard And we hustle harder on the boulevard La-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la La-la, la-la, la From Letras Mania