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Double up Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Do-do-double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three two That's time, I got, to you That money, my dreams, come true My life, in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? Turned 7 to a 14 14 to a whole thing Lord knows it's a cold game Switched up on you hoes, mayne Big body take both lanes Backseat blowin' propane All black, five gold chains Young rich nigga bossed up on his own mayne My new shit sound like it's "Soul Train" Tookie Williams over Coltrane Eric B by the rope chain RSC, we fo' sho bang Tiny locs and they go crazy What you know about the dope game? Letras de cancionesWas you born in the 80's? Did your mama smoke cocaine? Have you ever seen a whole thang? What you drove through to the streets cause you grew up on short change? Fucked up when the dope age It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they clothes change Had the part with the low fade I would stand in front of Nix wit my sack for the whole day Drive-by's, that was road rage Then we park and hop out, learn levels to this whole thang Old school play the O'Jays Tryna make a slow change, mama still slavin' for a low wage Tryna Double up Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Do-do-double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three two That's time, I got, to you That money, my dreams, come true My life, in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? I leave it behind if you let me I probably got drowned just to hold you down I'd jump off the ledge if you with me I'd break you up, you just let me down Let me down Got my All Money In chain too Let me down It's hard to catch what you can't see I grew up to be who I wanna be, so The more niggas talk I'ma shine Might a been way before its time Posted wit my back against the wall Life is a bitch but she mine The rag six deuce yeah it's mine "The Westside II", yeah it's mine What you know about Your poster on the wall like the dealership? Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin' Gettin' banged on for your Pendleton's What you know about Your response be the reason you exist? Lucky I ain't get caught up in the twist Young nigga, blue pager on my hip so As the champagne spill And the car accelerate and the beat gon' cry I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times Getting handshakes from the branch managers We keep doing fly shit when the cameras cut Double up Three or four times, I ain't tellin no lies, I just run it up Never let a hard time humble us Do-do-double up I ain't tellin' no lies, I just (yeah) I ain't tellin' no lies, I just Five, four, three two That's time, I got, to you That money, my dreams, come true My life, in diamonds, who knew? Who knew? Who knew? I leave it behind if you let me I probably got drowned just to hold you down I'd jump off the ledge if you with me I'd break you up, you just let me down Let me down Let me down From Letras Mania