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(Damn Max, this one's too hard) Iced Up Records Ooh Drank God Yeah, lil' bitch, gave her hood dick, they tote lil' sticks They too busy flashin' that lil' paper, that's that lil' shit Pill popper, wood and steel chopper, get your cuz' hit Made the money, took care of my problems, got my hood rich Nigga freezin', get the neck easy, a opp come dumb quick Up some dog shit and smack a ho, bitch you done with Fuck them niggas, and them pussy niggas that you run with That hundred bands you got hid in your stash, I have fun with Open up the spot, hug the block like a grizzly bear That same lil' bitch you kissin' in her mouth, I put a kid in there Blow a check, then another check 'cause I'm a millionaire Had to do some time up in the feds to see who really care Throw it up, bitch, I rep the 6, I be really there Yellow diamond stones, yellow as piss, look like a Winnie bear Fifty thousand dollars in my pants, shit barely fit in there It's only robbers, shooters at my trap, no you can't get in here Ooh, bitch, I got plenty chains Lit nigga, when you get this rich you can do anything Open up, go 'head fix that throat, look like she finna sing Everybody say they shootin' switches 'til shit really change Dog spot, and a yay' spot, plus a weed house I put so much Karo in this drank it knocked the lean out Bag for bag, we go rack for rack, come bring your cheese out Lil' gang been 'round here shootin' so much shit up, he look fiend out From Letras Mania