Famme Frasier
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Million dollar dreams tryin to turn em to realityAin't no fake up in me so you'll never get it out of meTryin to have at least seven zeroes in my salaryMy team ride hard and I ain't talkin where the saddle beDouble M my clique I salute it till the casket dropOnly to a real, silicones tend to act a lotNever face to face they be talkin to my back a lotCuz they know I'll crack their egg like it's Easter and the basket dropOh yeah bitch I'm nasty hot, like to keep my cash in knotsDrippin in the caramel bitch like I'm Baskin RobbinsMeet her in that Chevy oh yea mayn boy I smash a lotCatch me in that Chevy gettin brain I'm in class a lotLet's go to the mall buy some shit you know imma ball you can't be fresh if what you wear is what your momma boughtYou don't want war I will murder like the Holocaust, if think you do just call me you know the drama broughtBitch I run with G's, and I ain't talkin bout the Packers, you get dealt with by me I bet the sirens comin afterNo I ain't never killed nobody no sir I am not an actor, but to receive that cash I'm crackin backs, chiropracter, Famme, if you sleepy better wake up, Millionaire Militia bitch
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