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Let's get 'em Yeah Dezzie by my arm reach, Palm Beach Poland Spring, Gain Green is the army Calmly walking to the courtroom, head high Thinkin' to myself, Louis cover my red eyes Dear lord help me, Jesus could be my savior Major, bitches say my cock got flavor I got so much (much) paper, I decide to fuck it up Drive a big wheel and my truck is cut Cop a 5th of Creezly, sour, got the deezly Shouts my guy from '89, shouts to my baby-moms Shouts to my lawyers, employers, Uncle Mook from OFO Kept a nigga rowin', help him flow the boat Help me roll the smoke, hit the DJ, tell him play some Max B Could do a couple million if ya ask me Actually, I'm intact with my faculty Max in back of me in the car seat, jog street Used to be whipped up, I remember them days like yesterday With one bar, I can take ya breath away Two bars'll captivate, and hear the third bar, shit get crazy And by the fourth bar, you'll be wavy Momma made me, I'm a baby, third youngest out the four of us I remember the tour bus, all of us, Georgia Shorties'll hop in Florida, searchin' for a wave Letras de cancionesNow dammit look and we all stuck More sluts continue to support me, never been to Fort Lee I was out playing horsie Now I roll couragely, bossly, I ain't tryna sit in that cell I rather be havin' orgies Owwww From Letras Mania