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Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick, Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick East side nigga I'm on the paper ride, Jeffrey boulevard know what takes about These record exist, they're tryin' to take em out But my rappers A1, like the stake is out Feel like rap niggas on some hoe shit, Like they G stringing in their whole dick, I'm a crown man, never hold the hand of another nigga Just a cup of liquor, and I get to go in Any, I get to flow in, color couple bitches, nigga get the trousers Turn the studio to a movie set, I'm 'bout to blow up, I just ain't do it yet. My nigga, I'm sick of you my nigga, ??? do it anyway Tell the world in the light of the day Did you need me baby? if you would need my .. claim, you're a .. Used to read the source switchin' I could be a rapper, Not really knowin' what I'm seeking after, Now I'm in the club is up and see them niggas actors, Now I'm thinking niggas need to see the pastor, Lord save my soul I ain't living right, Letras de cancionesLord save my soul, I'm just here to die, Popped a couple molly tryin to see the light, Poured a little goose, mixed it with the sprite And it's drinking goon, catch a nigga one day But for now we're catching flights, upon the one way City to city, telly to telly, known in my city hood like a belly belly Why you make me sick of you my nigga? ??? , I don't want you saved my heart Tell the world in the light of the day Did you need me baby? If you would need my .. claim, you're a .. From Letras Mania